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With all his might he threw the empty cocoanut shell right 
at the tiger’s head. (Page 35) Frontispiece 



Kneetime Animal Stories 

MAPPO, 

THE MERRY MONKEY 

HIS MANY ADVENTURES 


BY 

RICHARD BARNUM 

II 

Author of “Squinty, the Comical Pig,’’ “Slicko the 
Jumping Squirrel,” “Turn Turn, the Jolly 
Elephant,” “Don, a Runaway Dog,” etc. 


ILLUSTRATED BY 

HARRIET H. TOOKER 


NEW YORK 

BARSE & HOPKINS 

PUBLISHERS 




M ‘ 


KNEETIME ANIMAL STORIES 

By Richard Bamum 

Large i2mo. Illustrated. Price per volume 
40 cents, postpaid 

Squinty, the Comical Pig 
Slicko, the Jumping Squirrel 
Mappo, the Merry Monkey 
Tum Tum, the Jolly Elephant 
Don, a Runaway Dog 

BARSE & HOPKINS 

Publishers New York 


Copyright, 1915 
by 

Parse & Hopkins 
Mappo, the Merry Monkey 


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CONTENTS 


CHAPTER 


PAGE 

I 

Mappo 

AND THE CoCOANUT . 

.... 7 

II 

Mappo 

Plays a Trick 

. 21 

III 

Mappo 

IN A Net .... 

. . . . 30 

IV 

Mappo 

IN A Box .... 

. . . . 42 

V 

Mappo 

ON THE Ship . 

.... 52 

VI 

Mappo 

Meets Tum Tum 

. . . . 62 

VII 

Mappo 

IN THE Circus 

.... 75 

VIII 

Mappo 

AND His Tricks . 

.... 83 

IX 

Mappo 

Runs Away 

. . . . 93 

X 

Mappo 

AND Squinty . 

. . . . 103 

XI 

Mappo 

AND THE Organ-Man 

. 109 

XII 

Mappo 

AND THE Baby 



ILLUSTRATIONS 


With all his might he threw the empty cocoa- 

nut shell right at the tiger’s head . . Frontispiece 

Mr. Monkey, with a bunch of bananas slung over his 
back, came scrambling up to the tree-house ... 25 

So he gave a jump out of the net, but, in a second found 
himself inside the wooden crate or box .... 47 

Away up to the top he went, and, curling his tail around 
a rope, there he sat 71 

Around and around in a ring went Prince carrying 
Mappo 87 

He rode around a little wooden platform on the bicycle, 
holding a flag over his shoulder 99 

Mappo sat up at the table and eat his dinner with knife, 
fork and spoon 119 



MAPPO, 

THE MERRY MONKEY 


CHAPTER I 

MAPPO AND THE COCOANUT 

O NCE upon a time, not so very many years 
ago, there lived in a tree, in a big woods, 
a little monkey boy. It was in a far-off 
country, where this little monkey lived, so far 
that you would have to travel many days in the 
steam cars, and in a steamship, to get there. 

The name of the little monkey boy was 
Mappo, and he had two brothers and two sis- 
ters, and also a papa and a mamma. One sis- 
ter was named Choo, and the other Chaa, and 
one brother was called Jacko, and the other 
Bumpo. They were funny names, but then, you 
see, monkeys are funny little creatures, anyhow, 
and have to be called by funny names, or things 
would not come out right. 

Mappo was the oldest of the monkey chil- 
dren, and he was the smartest. Perhaps that 

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8 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

was why he had so many adventures. And I 
am going to tell you some of the wonderful 
things that happened to Mappo, while he lived 
in the big woods, and afterwards, when he was 
caught by a hunter, and sent off to live in a 
circus. 

But we will begin at the beginning, if you 
please. 

Mappo, as I have said, lived in a tree in the 
woods. Now it might seem funny for you to 
live in a tree, but it came very natural to Mappo. 
Lots of creatures live in trees. There are birds, 
and squirrels, and katydids. Of course they 
do not stay in the trees all the time, any more 
than you boys and girls stay in your houses all 
the while. They go down on the ground to 
play, occasionally. 

“But you will find the safest place for you 
is the tree,” said Mappo’s mother to him one 
day, when he had been playing down on the 
ground with his brothers and sisters. And, 
while they were down playing a game, some- 
thing like your game of tag, all of a sudden 
along came a big striped tiger, with long teeth. 

“Run! Run fast! Everybody run!” yelled 
Mappo, in the queer, chattering language mon- 
keys use. 

His brothers and sisters scrambled up into 
the tree where their house was, and Mappo 


Mappo and the Cocoanut 9 

scrambled up after them. He was almost too 
late, for the tiger nearly caught Mappo by the 
tail. But the little monkey boy managed to 
get out of the way, and then he sat down on a 
branch in front of the tree house where he 
lived. 

^‘That wasn’t very nice of that tiger to chase 
us!” said Mappo, when he could get his breath. 

^‘No, indeed,” said Mrs. Monkey. “Tigers 
are not often nice. After this you children had 
better stay in the tree — until you are a little 
larger, at least.” 

“But it’s more fun on the ground,” said 
Mappo. 

“That may be,” said Mrs. Monkey, as she 
looked down through the branches to see if the 
tiger were still waiting to catch one of her little 
ones. “But, Mappo, you and your brothers and 
sisters can run much better and faster in a tree 
than on the ground,” said Mrs. Monkey. 

And this is so. A monkey can get over the 
ground pretty fast on his four legs, as you can 
easily tell if you have ever watched a hand- 
organ monkey. But they can travel much faster 
up in the trees. For there is a hand on the 
end of each monkey’s four limbs, and his curly 
tail is as good as another hand for grasping 
branches. So you see a monkey really has five 
hands with which to help himself along in the 


10 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

trees, and that is why he can swing him- 
self along so swiftly, from one branch to an- 
other. 

That is why it is safer for monkeys to be up in 
a tree than on the ground. There are very few 
other animals that can catch monkeys, once the 
five-handed creatures are up among the leaves. 
And monkeys can travel a long way through 
the forest without ever coming down to the 
ground. They swing themselves along from 
one tree to another, for miles and miles through 
the forest. 

“Is it safe to go down now. Mamma?” asked 
Mappo of his mother, in monkey talk. This 
was a little while after the scare. 

“No, not yet,” she said. “That tiger may 
still be down there, waiting and hiding. You 
and Jacko and Bumpo, and Choo and Chaa stay 
up here, and pretty soon I will give you a new 
lesson.” 

“Oh, a new lesson!” exclaimed Jacko. “I 
wonder what kind it will be. We have learned 
to swing by our tails, and to hang by one paw. 
Is there anything else we can learn?” 

“Many things,” said the mamma monkey, for 
she and her husband had been teaching the 
children the different things monkeys must 
know to get along in the woods. 

So the four little monkeys sat in the tree in 


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Mappo and the Cocoanut 

front of their home, and waited for their 
mother to teach them a new lesson. 

If you had seen Mappo’s house, you would 
not have thought it a very nice one. It was 
just some branches of a tree, twined together, 
over a sort of platform, or floor, of dried bran- 
ches. About all the house was used for was to 
keep off some of the rain that fell very heavily 
in the country where Mappo lived. 

But this house suited the monkeys very well. 
They did not need to have a warm one, for it was 
never winter in the land where they lived. It 
was always hot and warm — sometimes too warm. 
There was never any snow or ice, but, instead, 
just rain. It rained half the year, and the other 
half it was dry. So, you see, Mappo’s house was 
only needed to keep off the rain. 

Mappo and the other monkeys did not stay in 
their houses very much. They went in them to 
sleep, but that was about all. The rest of the 
time they jumped about in the trees, looking for 
things to eat, and, once in a while, when there 
was no danger, they went down on the ground to 
play. 

“I guess that tiger is gone now,” said Jacko to 
Mappo. ^^Let’s go down on the ground again, 
and get some of those green things that are good 
to eat.” 

The little monkeys had been eating some fruit. 


12 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

like green pears, which they liked very much, 
when the tiger came along and frightened them. 
Tigers would rather eat monkeys than green 
pears, I guess. 

^‘Yes, I think we can go down now,” said 
Mappo, looking through the leaves, and seeing 
nothing of the savage, striped tiger. 

“You’d better ask mamma,” said Choo, one of 
the little girl monkeys. 

“Indeed I will not! I can see as good as she 
can that the tiger isn’t there!” exclaimed 
Mappo. 

You see monkey children don’t want to mind, 
and be careful, any more than some human chil- 
dren do. 

Mappo started to climb down the tree, holding 
on to the branches by his four paws and by his 
tail. He was almost to the ground, and Jacko 
and Bumpo were following him, when, all at 
once, there was a dreadful roar, and out sprang 
the tiger again. 

“Oh, run! Run quick! Jump back!” 
screamed Mappo, and he and his brothers got 
back to their tree-house not a second too soon. 
The tiger snapped his teeth, and growled, he was 
so mad at being fooled the second time. 

“Here! What did I tell you monkeys? You 
must stay up in the tree!” chattered Mrs. 
Monkey, as she jumped out of the house. She 


Mappo and the Cocoanut 13 

had been inside shaking up the piles of leaves 
that were the beds for her family. 

“We — we thought the tiger was gone,” said 
Mappo, who was trembling because he was so 
frightened. 

“But he wasn’t,” said Bumpo, shivering. 

“No, he was right there,” added Jacko, look- 
ing around. 

“Yes, and he’ll be there for some time,” said 
Mrs. Monkey. “I told you to be careful. Now 
you just sit down, all of you, and don’t you dare 
stir out of this tree until I tell you to. I’ll let 
you know when the tiger is gone,” and she looked 
down through the leaves toward the ground. 

“He is still there,” said Mrs. Monkey, for she 
caught sight of the stripes of the tiger’s skin. 
She had very sharp eyes, and though the patches 
of sunlight through the jungle leaves hid the bad 
creature somewhat, Mrs. Monkey could tell he 
was there, waiting to catch one of her little chil- 
dren. 

“Your father will be coming along, soon,” 
said Mrs. Monkey, to her children. “The tiger 
may lay in wait for him. I’d better let him 
know he must be careful as he comes along 
through the woods.” 

So Mrs. Monkey raised up her head, and 
called as loudly as she could, in her chattering 
talk. You would not have understood what she 


14 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

said, even if you had heard it, though there are 
some men who say they can understand monkey 
talk. 

But the other monkeys in the woods heard 
what the mother of Mappo was saying, and they, 
too, began to shout, in their language: 

‘^Look out for the tiger! There is a tiger hid- 
ing down under the bushes I Look out for him !” 

Soon the whole jungle was filled with the 
sound of the chattering of the monkeys, as, one 
after another, they began to shout. It was a 
warning they shouted — a warning to Mr. 
Monkey to be careful when he came near his 
home — to be careful of the tiger lying in wait for 
him. 

My! what a noise those monkeys made, shout- 
ing and chattering in the jungle. You could 
hear them for a mile or more. It was their way 
of telephoning to Mappo’s papa. Monkeys can- 
not really telephone, you know — that is, not the 
way we do — but they can shout, one after an- 
other, so as to be heard a long way off. 

First one would chatter something about the 
tiger — then another monkey, farther off, would 
take up the cry, and so on until Mr. Monkey 
heard it. So it was as good as a telephone, any- 
how. 

As soon as Mappo’s papa, who had gone a 
long distance from the tree-house to look for 


Mappo and the Cocoanut 15 

some bananas for his family — as soon as he heard 
the shouting about the tiger, he said to him- 
self: 

‘Well, I must get home as quickly as I can, 
to look after my family. But I’ll be careful. 
I hope Mappo and the others will stay in the 
tall trees.” 

For Mr. Monkey well knew that if his wife 
and little ones stayed up in the high trees the 
tiger could not very well get at them, though 
tigers can sometimes climb low trees. 

Meanwhile Mrs. Monkey was keeping good 
watch over her little ones. They had no idea, 
now, of going down on the ground to play — at 
least as long as the tiger was hiding near them in 
the bushes. 

“But I wish we had something to do,” said 
Mappo, who was a merry little chap, always 
laughing, shouting, running about or playing 
some trick on his brothers and sisters. Just then 
he thought of a little: trick. 

He went softly up behind Jacko, and tickled 
him on the ear with a long piece of a tree branch. 
Jacko thought it was a fly, and put up his paw to 
brush it away. Mappo pulled the tree branch 
away just in time, and while Jacko was peeling 
the skin off a bit of fruit, to eat it, Mappo again 
tickled his brother. 

“Oh that fly!” chattered Jacko. “If I get hold 


i6 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

of him!” and again he brushed with his paw at 
what he thought was a fly. 

This made Mappo laugh. The merry little 
monkey laughed so hard that the next time he 
tried to tickle Jacko, Mappo’s paw slipped, and 
Jacko, turning around, saw his brother. 

^‘Oh ho! So it was you, and not a fly!” cried 
Jacko. He dropped his fruit, and raced after 
his brother. Up through the tree, nearly to the 
top, went the two monkeys, as fast as they could. 
They laughed and chattered, for it was all in fun. 

Finally Jacko caught Mappo by the tail. 

^‘Oh, let go!” begged Mappo. 

“Will you stop tickling me?” asked Jacko. 

“I guess so — maybe!” laughed Mappo, trying 
to pull his tail out of his brother’s paw. 

“No, you’ll have to say for sure, before I let 
you go!” 

Jacko pulled pretty hard on Mappo’s tail. 

“Oh ! let go ! Yes, I’ll be good ! I won’t tickle 
you any more!” cried Mappo. 

Then Jacko let go, and started to climb down 
the tree to the little platform in front of the 
monkey house. But Mappo was not done with 
his jokes. He scrambled down faster than did 
Jacko, and finally, when Jacko was not looking, 
Mappo grasped the end of his brother’s tail, and 
gave it a hard pinch. 


Mappo and the Cocoanut 17 

^^Ouch! Oh dear! Mamma, the tiger’s got 
me!” cried Jacko. 

“Ha! Ha! That’s the time I fooled you!” 
laughed Mappo in his chattering way. 

Then Jacko gave chase after Mappo again^ 
and the two monkey boys were having lots of 
fun in the trees, when Mrs. Monkey called to 
them : 

“Jacko! Mappo! Come down here. It is 
time for your new lesson. And you, too, Choo 
and Chaa! You’ll have time to practice a little 
bit before your father comes home,” and she 
looked down to see if the tiger were there. 

But the bad animal had gone away. He had 
heard the monkeys talking about him, and send- 
ing a warning all through the jungle where they 
lived. A jungle, you know, is a great big woods. 

“What lesson is it going to be. Mamma?” 
asked Mappo. 

“You’ll soon see,” she said. 

And Mrs. Monkey went into the tree-house, 
came out with a brown, shaggy thing, about as 
big as a small football. Have you ever seen one 
of those? Only, of course, it was not a football. 

“Oh, what is it. Mamma?” asked Chaa. 

“I know!” exclaimed Bumpo, as he tried to 
climb under a branch, and bumped his head. 

“Ouch!” he cried. 


i8 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

That was why he was called Bumpo — he was 
always bumping his head, though it did not hurt 
him very much, for he was covered with a heavy 
growth of hair. 

“Well, what is it, if you know?” asked Mappo, 
for he was looking at the big, round, brown 
thing, and trying to guess what it was. 

“It’s — it’s a new kind of banana,” said Bumpo, 
for he and his brothers and sisters were very fond 
of the soft red and yellow fruit. 

“No, it isn’t a banana,” said Mrs. Monkey. 
“It’s a cocoanut.” 

“I never saw a cocoanut as big as that,” spoke 
Mappo, for his papa had brought some smaller, 
round nuts to the tree-house, and had said they 
were cocoanuts. The little monkeys had not 
been allowed to eat any of the white meat inside 
the cocoanut though, for they were too small for 
it then. 

“Yes, this is a cocoanut,” went on Mrs. 
Monkey. “You are now getting large enough 
to have some for your meals, and so I am going 
to give you a lesson in how to open a cocoanut.” 

“I thought cocoanut was white,” said Choo. 

“It is, inside,” said Mrs. Monkey. “This 
cocoanut I now have has the outer shell still on 
it. That is why it is not round, like some you 
may have seen. Inside this soft covering is the 
round nut, and inside that round nut is the white 


Mappo and the Cocoanut 19 

meat. Now, Mappo, you are a smart little 
monkey, let me see if you will know how to open 
the cocoanut. And, when you do, you may all 
have some to eat.” 

Mappo took the cocoanut and looked at it. 
He turned it over and over in his paws. Then, 
with his fingers, he tried to pull it apart. But 
he could not do it. The nut was too hard for 
him. Next he tried to bite it open, but he could 
not. 

^‘Let me try. I can open it!” exclaimed 
J acko. 

“No, ril do it,” said Mappo. 

“If you can’t, I can,” spoke Bumpo, and he 
gave a jump over toward Mappo, and once more 
he hit his head on a branch, Bumpo did. 

“Ouch!” he chattered, rubbing the sore place 
with his paw. 

Mappo turned the cocoanut over and over 
again. He was looking for some hole in it 
through which he could put his paw and get out 
the white meat. But he saw none. 

“Maybe I could open it,” said Choo, gently. 

“No, we must let Mappo have a good try,” 
said Mrs. Monkey. “Then, if he cannot do it, 
you may all have a turn. But it is a good lesson 
to know how to open a cocoanut. When you 
get to be big monkeys, you will have to open 
a great many of them.” 


20 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

Mappo was pulling and tearing at the hard 
husk of the cocoanut. 

I had something sharp, I could tear it 
open,” he said. Then he happened to look up 
in the tree, and he saw where a branch had been 
broken off, leaving a sharp point. 

“Ha! I have it!” he cried. 

He broke off the branch, and with the sharp 
point he soon had torn a hole in the outer husk 
of the cocoanut. He pulled the round nut out. 

“I have it!” he chattered. 

“Yes, but it isn’t good to eat yet,” said Bumpo. 
“How are you going to open the rest of it?” 

Mappo did not know. Once more he tried to 
bite a hole, but he could not. All of a sudden 
the nut slipped from his paws, and fell down 
toward the ground. 

“Oh!” cried Mappo, and he started to climb 
down after the nut. “My cocoanut is lost!” 

“Look out for the tiger!” cried J'acko. “Look 
out, Mappo!” 


CHAPTER II 


MAPPO PLAYS A TRICK 

M APPO, who had started to climb down 
to the ground, to get the cocoanut he 
had lost, stopped short when he heard 
his brother Jacko cry out about the tiger. 

^‘Don’t be afraid,” said Mrs. Monkey. “The 
tiger is not there now. He has gone, or else I 
shouldn’t have let you try to open the cocoanut, 
Mappo. Go on and get it; don’t be afraid.” 

So Mappo went on down to the ground. , 
And, when he reached it, he saw something that 
was very strange to him. 

“Oh, Mamma!” cried Mappo. “The cocoa- 
nut is all broken to pieces. I can pick out the 
white meat now. Oh, Mamma, it’s all broken.” 

“Is it?” cried Bumpo, and he hurried down 
so fast that he hit his nose, and sneezed. 

“Yes, it’s all cracked open,” said Mappo. 
“Oh, goodie!” 

Of course Mappo didn’t just say that in so 
many words, but he talked, in his monkey talk, 
just as you children would have done, had the 
same thing happened to you. 

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^‘Maybe the tiger broke open the cocoanut 
for you,” said Bumpo, as he rubbed his hurt 
nose. 

‘‘No, the tiger is not there,” said Mrs. 
Monkey. “You may all go down and see how 
Mappo opened the cocoanut.” 

Down trooped all the five little monkeys. 
Mappo was the first to reach his cocoanut. 

“Why!” he cried. “It fell on a stone, and 
smashed open. That’s what cracked the shell. 
Mamma.” 

“Yes, I thought it would,” said Mrs. Monkey. 
“And that is the lesson you little ones are to 
learn. You cannot bite open a cocoanut. You 
must crack it on a stone. Mappo dropped his 
by accident, but it can also be dropped, or 
thrown, on purpose. So, when you get a cocoa- 
nut, the first thing to do is to get a sharp stick, 
and take off the outer shell. Then, go up in a 
tall tree, and drop the inside nut down on a stone. 
The fall will break it, and you can then eat the 
white meat.” 

“Oh, isn’t that a nice thing to know!” cried 
Choo. 

“Yes, indeed,” said her sister Chaa. “I wish 
we had a cocoanut to break open.” 

“Come up in the tree and I’ll give you each 
one,” said Mrs. Monkey. 

Up into the tree, where their house was. 


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Mappo Plays a Trick 

scrambled Mappo, and his brothers and sisters. 
Mappo carried in his paws the pieces of white 
cocoanut he had broken out of the round, brown 
shell. He nibbled at a piece. 

^‘Oh, doesn’t that taste good!” he cried. 

‘Tlease give me some,” begged Chaa, holding 
out one little, brown paw. 

‘^No, I want it all,” said Mappo. 

^‘Oh, you must not be selfish!” said Mrs. 
Monkey. ^‘Give your brothers and sisters some, 
Mappo, and when they open their nuts, they will 
give you some.” 

Mappo was sorry he had been a little selfish. 
He gave each of the other monkeys some cocoa- 
nut. Mrs. Monkey went into the tree-house and 
came out with four other cocoanuts. She gave 
one each to the other monkeys, and soon they 
had torn off the tough, outer husk, or covering, 
with a sharp stick, the way Mappo did. 

Then they threw the round brown nuts down 
on a flat stone under the tree, cracking the shell 
so they could pick out the white meat. 

^‘Oh, but this is good!” exclaimed Mappo, as 
he chewed some of the pieces his brothers and 
sisters gave him. 

All of a sudden, as the little monkeys were 
eating away, there sounded a rustling in the 
trees. Something was coming through the 
branches. 


24 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

‘‘Look out!” cried Jacko. 

“Run!” shouted Mappo. 

“Don’t be afraid, children, it’s only your 
papa,” said a kind, chattering voice, and Mr. 
Monkey, with a bunch of bananas slung over his 
back, came scrambling up to the tree-house. 

“Did you see the tiger?” asked Mrs. Monkey. 

“No, but I heard the other monkeys calling 
out about him, so I was careful,” said the papa 
monkey. “Are you all right here?” 

“Oh, yes. We saw him in time,” spoke Mrs. 
Monkey. 

“Oh, papa, I can open a cocoanut!” cried 
Mappo. 

“So can I!” exclaimed Bumpo. “Look!” and 
he was in such a hurry to show what he could 
do that he slipped, and bumped his head against 
Mappo, nearly knocking him off the branch on 
which the monkey boy was sitting. 

In fact, Mappo did fall off, but he had his 
tail tightly wound around the branch, so he did 
not fall all the way to the ground, as he might 
have done. 

“Look out! What are you doing?” cried 
Mappo to Bumpo, after having swung himself 
up on the branch again. 

“Oh dear! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” 
said Bumpo. “I just wanted to show papa how 
I can open a cocoanut.” 



Mr. Monkey, with a bunch of bananas slung over his back, 
came scrambling up to the tree-house. (Page 25) 


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Mappo Plays a Trick 27 

“We can all open cocoanuts! WeVe had our 
lessons,” said Chaa. 

“Good!” cried Mr. Monkey. “To open co- 
coanuts is a good thing to know. And now here 
are some bananas I have brought you.” He 
passed around the yellow fruit from the bunch 
he had brought home. Then, having eaten 
bananas and cocoanut, all the monkeys went to 
sleep. 

That is about all monkeys in the jungle do — 
eat and sleep. Of course some of the younger 
ones play tricks once in a while. Monkeys are 
very mischievous and fond of playing tricks. 
That is what makes them so funny in the circus, 
and with the hand-organ men. 

When the monkeys awakened, they were 
thirsty. Mappo was going down, right away, 
to the ground and get a drink at a water-pool 
near the family tree. 

“Wait!” called his father, stretching out his 
long, hairy arms. “I must first look to see that 
the tiger is not there, Mappo.” 

But the tiger was far away, so the monkeys 
scrambled down and took long drinks. Then 
they crawled back into their tree again. 

For two or three days after this, Mappo, his 
brothers and sisters practiced their new lesson 
of opening cocoanuts, until they could do it as 
well as Mr. and Mrs. Monkey. 


28 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

Meanwhile they had gone off together, a little 
way into the woods, looking for different things 
to eat. Mappo used to go a little ahead of the 
others. 

‘‘Be careful,’’ his mother warned him. “If 
you get too far away from us, the tiger will catch 
you.” 

Then Mappo would come back. 

One day, after the monkeys had opened some 
cocoanuts and eaten out the white meat, Mappo 
thought of a good trick to play on Bumpo or 
Jacko. 

Down on the ground, under the family tree, 
were some empty cocoanut shells. One was al- 
most whole, with only a small piece broken out. 

“I’ll put that piece of shell back in the hole,” 
said Mappo, “and it will look as though it had 
not been opened. Then I’ll give it to Jacko or 
Bumpo. They’ll think it’s a good cocoanut, and 
try to break it open. Then won’t they feel funny 
when they see it’s empty!” 

Mappo was thinking so much about the trick 
he was going to play, that he did not look about, 
as he ought to have done, for any signs of dan- 
ger. He was down on the ground, putting the 
piece of shell back in the hole in the empty 
cocoanut, to play a trick on one of his brothers, 
when, all of a sudden, there was a crashing in 


29 


Ma'ppo Plays a Trick 

the bushes, right in front of Mappo, and out 
jumped the big, yellow and black striped tiger. 

‘‘Oh my!” exclaimed Mappo, and he was so 
frightened that he could not move. 


CHAPTER III 


MAPPO IN A NET 

M APPO crouched down on the ground, 
trying to hide under a green bush of 
the jungle. In his paw he held the 
empty cocoanut shell with which he was going 
to play a trick on Bumpo or Jacko. The tiger 
was creeping, slowly, slowly along, on his soft, 
padded feet, just as your cat creeps after a bird. 
Mappo was too frightened to move. 

^‘Ah ha!” growled the tiger, away down deep 
in his throat. “At last I have caught a 
monkey!” 

Of course he had not yet really caught Mappo, 
but he soon would; there was very little doubt 
of that. Mappo shivered. He wished he had 
not tried to play the trick. If he had stayed 
safe up in the tree, the tiger could not have 
gotten at him. 

Mappo, with his queer little eyes, almost like 
yours, looked up toward where he knew his 
tree-house was. He was looking to see if his 
papa or mamma were in sight. 

“Ha! There is no use looking up there!” 
30 


Mappo in a Net 31 

said the cunning tiger, lashing his striped sides 
with his long tail. ‘‘There’s no one up there to 
help you !” 

Poor Mappo saw that this was so. There was 
none of his brothers or sisters up in the tree- 
house. Nor was his papa or mamma there. 
The whole monkey family had gone off to look 
for more cocoanuts, since those they had had 
were all eaten up. 

Just before starting out Mrs. Monkey had 
said: 

“Where is Mappo?” 

“Oh, he just went on ahead,” said Bumpo, 
who had seen his brother scrambling down the 
tree toward the ground. Bumpo did not know 
what his brother was going to do, or that Mappo 
intended to play a trick with the empty cocoa- 
nut shell. 

“Oh, if he’s gone on ahead, then we’ll catch 
up to him,” said Mrs. Monkey. So away they 
all went, leaving the tree-house empty, and ex- 
pecting to meet Mappo somewhere on the road 
through the jungle. 

But they did not, and there was poor Mappo 
on the ground right in front of the bad tiger. 
The tiger knew none of the monkey family was 
near the tree-house except Mappo. That was 
what made the tiger so bold. 

For, had Mr. Monkey, or Mrs. Monkey, been 


32 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

at home they would have seen, or smelled the 
tiger. Monkeys, and other creatures of the 
jungle, can often smell danger much better and 
more quickly than they can see it. And, had 
Mr. or Mrs. Monkey smelled the tiger, they 
would have kept their little ones safe in the tree, 
and would have shouted loudly, to warn all the 
other monkeys of the danger of the bad tiger. 

^‘Well, you can’t get away from me this time!” 
growled the tiger, speaking in his own language, 
which Mappo understood very well, just as the 
tiger understood the monkey talk. 

For, though monkeys, tigers and elephants, as 
well as cats and dogs, cannot speak our language, 
they have a way of their own for talking one 
to another. To us it may sound only like chat- 
ter, growls, meows and barks, but it is really 
talk. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could under- 
stand animals as well as they understand us? 

For they can understand our talk, you know. 
Else how would a horse know when to start and 
stop, when the driver tells him? Or how would 
your dog know when to come to you, and to lie 
down when you tell him to, if he didn’t under- 
stand you? Tell me that, if you please. 

So Mappo understood the tiger, and the tiger 
understood Mappo. 

The little monkey, still keeping tight hold of 
the empty cocoanut shell, looked at the crouch- 


Mappo in a Net 33 

ing tiger as bravely as he could. Nearer and 
nearer crept the striped beast. But don’t you be 
afraid. I have a way of saving Mappo, and 
I’m going to do it, too ! 

‘^Chatter! Chatter! Chip! Chip! Whew! 
Zur-r-r-r-r!” went Mappo in his queer monkey 
talk. That was his way of calling for help. 
All monkeys do that in the jungle, when they 
are in danger. They want a whole lot more 
monkeys to come and help them. 

^‘There’s no use in your calling that way!” 
growled the tiger, deep in his throat. ^^Nobody 
can hear you!” 

Mappo began to believe that this was so. All 
the monkeys seemed to have gone away from 
that part of the jungle. He was all alone with 
the tiger. 

Now Mappo was a brave little chap, but be- 
ing brave is not going to do one much good, when 
there’s a tiger in the way. So Mappo thought, 
besides being brave, he might be polite, and ask 
a favor of the tiger. For animals are often 
more kind to one another than we think. If 
you watch them sometimes, as I have done, you 
will see that this is so. 

So Mappo made up his mind he would ask 
the tiger, as a favor, not to bite or eat him, 

“And, if he won’t be kind to me,” thought 
Mappo, “well, then maybe something else will 


34 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

happen. Maybe papa will come, with a whole 
lot more monkeys, and drive the tiger away. 
Or, if he does not, well, maybe something else 
will happen,’’ and Mappo looked at the empty 
cocoanut shell in his paw. 

“Please let me go, Mr. Tiger!” begged 
Mappo. “I never did anything to you. Let 
me go 1” 

“No. I’ll not!” growled the tiger. “I’m 
hungry and I want something to eat. I chased 
after a goat half the morning, but it got away 
from me. Then I tried to get a little deer, but 
it ran back with the rest of the deer, and, as 
the big deer had such sharp horns, I dared not 
go after it. So I haven’t had anything to eat, 
and I’m very hungry. You haven’t any horns, 
none of your monkey friends are near, and I’m 
going to eat you!” 

Mappo looked to see how far it was to the 
nearest tree. It was some distance off, but the 
little monkey boy knew if he could reach it he 
would be safe. For, in the tree, he could run 
much faster, from branch to branch, than could 
the tiger on the ground. But in getting over 
the ground on his four paws the monkey was 
a bit slow. And the tiger, in one jump could 
grab Mappo if the monkey started to run. 

“Well, there’s no use trying to get away from 
him by running on the ground,” thought Mappo. 


Mappo in a Net 35 

‘^He’d have me in a second. And there’s no 
use asking a favor of him. He seems to be 
mad at me. I wonder how I can get away from 
him!” 

Once more Mappo looked at the empty cocoa- 
nut shell in his paw — the shell with which he 
was going to play a trick on Jacko or Bumpo. 

Nearer and nearer to Mappo crept the tiger, 
lashing his tail from side to side. Tigers al- 
ways do that, just as cats do when they are try- 
ing to catch a bird in the garden. Tigers are 
only big cats, you know, very much bigger and 
stronger than your pussy. And they always 
creep slowly, slowly up toward anything they 
are going to catch, until they are near enough to 
give one jump and grab it in their claws. That 
is what the tiger was trying to do to Mappo. 

All of a sudden Mappo raised the paw that 
held the cocoanut shell. The little monkey chap 
made up his mind to be brave and save himself 
if he could. 

‘^Take that, Mr. Tiger!” called Mappo, all 
at once. 

With all his might he threw the empty cocoa- 
nut shell right at the tiger’s head. Monkeys are 
very good throwers. They are almost as good 
as are baseball boys at that sort of thing. 

^‘Bang!” went the cocoanut on the tiger’s head. 
It cracked open — I mean the cocoanut cracked 


36 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

open — where Mappo had stuck it together. It 
made quite a noise. 

“Oh my!” cried the tiger, jumping up sud- 
denly, for he did not know what to make of the 
cocoanut shell in his face. Mappo had thrown 
it so suddenly. 

Then, as the tiger heard the cracking of the 
cocoanut shell, he thought it was his own head. 
Tigers are sometimes silly that way, no matter 
if they are strong, and have sharp claws. 

“Oh my head! My head!” cried the tiger. 
“It is broken!” 

You see he really thought it was. The crack 
of the cocoanut shell made him think that it 
was his own silly, bad head. 

Up in the air reared the tiger on his hind 
legs. This was just the chance Mappo wanted. 

“Here I go!” thought the little monkey chap. 
“Here’s where I get away.” 

As fast as Mappo could go he scrambled over 
the ground toward the tree where his house was 
built. By this time the tiger had seen the empty 
cocoanut shell fall to the ground, and the striped 
creature knew what had happened. 

“Ha! That monkey boy! He did that!” 
growled the tiger. “He can’t fool me that way! 
I’ll get him! I’ll fix him for playing tricks on 
me!” 

Finding that his head was all right, and not 


Mappo in a Net 37 

cracked as he had feared it was, the tiger gave 
a big jump, and ran after Mappo. But Mappo 
was not waiting for him. The little monkey 
boy was now far across the open place on the 
ground, and was climbing up into a tree as fast 
as he could go. 

‘^Come back here!” growled the tiger, making 
a spring for Mappo. But Mappo was safely 
out of the way. The tiger’s claws stuck in the 
trunk of the tree, tearing loose some bits of bark, 
but Mappo was not hurt. He got safely away. 

Then, sitting up in the tree on a high limb, 
Mappo, as he looked down at the tiger, chat- 
tered: 

‘‘Ha! You didn’t get me after all! You 
didn’t catch me! I fooled you! Chatter-chat- 
ter-chat! Bur-r-r-r! Wuzzzzzzz! Whir-r- 
r-r-r-r!” 

That’s the way Mappo chattered, not so much 
to make fun of the bad tiger, as to warn the 
other monkeys in the woods that the bad striped 
animal was near, and that there was danger in 
the jungle. 

“Chatter-chatter-chat! Bur-r-r-r-r! Whe-e- 
e-e-e! Zir-r-r-r!” chattered the other monkeys, 
far off in the jungle, as they heard Mappo’s 
warning. The woods were filled with the sound 
they made. 

“Well, I might as well go away,” thought the 


38 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

tiger. “They will all be on the lookout for me 
now. I’ll have to wait until after dark to catch 
a monkey, or something else to eat. Bur- 
r-r-r-r-r! But I’m hungry!” 

So the tiger slunk away, and I guess no one 
else in the woods felt sorry that he had not 
caught Mappo. They were all glad the monkey 
boy had gotten away, and Mappo was especially 
glad, on his own account. 

“Ha! That was a good trick of yours — to 
throw the empty cocoanut shell at the tiger, 
Mappo,” said an old grandfather monkey, high 
in a tree. Mappo had told his friends, the other 
monkeys, what had happened. 

“Yes, indeed it was,” said an uncle monkey. 
“Mappo is a smart boy to think of such a trick.” 

This made Mappo feel pretty proud of him- 
self. 

“Do you know where my papa and mamma 
are?” he asked. 

“They went off over toward the banana 
grove,” said the grandfather monkey. “Be 
careful of the tiger if you follow them.” 

“I will,” promised Mappo. But the tiger had 
slunk away now, so Mappo thought it would be 
safe to travel through the jungle, especially if 
he kept up in the trees, and did not go down 
on the ground. 


Mappo in a Net 39 

Off Mappo started after his folks, who had 
gone on, thinking to catch up to him. 

Mappo had not gone very far before he came 
to a place in the woods where he saw something 
very strange. It was strange and also nice, for, 
down on the ground, were a number of pieces of 
white cocoanut. 

“Well, that’s good!” thought Mappo. “Co- 
coanut already shelled to eat. I wonder who 
could have left that there for me. Maybe my 
papa or mamma did, knowing I would come this 
way. Yes, that must be it. They are very kind 
to me. I’ll go down and get some of that sweet 
cocoanut.” 

Now Mappo was not a very wise little 
monkey. He had not lived long enough to know 
all the dangers of the jungle. There were dan- 
gers from tigers and other wild beasts. 

Some of those dangers Mappo knew about, 
and he also knew how to keep out of their way. 
But there were other dangers from men — from 
hunters — and these Mappo did not know so 
well. For, as yet, he had never seen a man — a 
human being. Mappo had only lived in the 
jungle where men very seldom came, and those 
men were brown or black men. 

But men knew monkeys were in the woods, 
and men wanted the monkeys for circuses, for 


40 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

menageries and for hand-organs. That is the 
reason men try to catch monkeys. 

Mappo looked all around the forest from the 
top of the tree where he had come to rest. He 
saw no signs of danger. He saw only white 
pieces of cocoanut on the ground. 

“I’ll go down and get some, and then I’ll run 
on and find my papa and mamma and brothers 
and sisters,” thought Mappo. “They will want 
some of this cocoanut.” 

Down he went, and began picking up the bits 
of cocoanut. They were rather small pieces 
and Mappo had to eat a great many of them 
before he felt he had enough. Each piece was 
a little way beyond the next one, and Mappo 
kept on walking along slowly as he picked them 
up. 

Finally he saw a very large piece. He 
reached for it with his paw, and then, all at 
once something happened. 

Something like a big spider’s web seemed to 
fall down out of a tree right over Mappo. In 
an instant he was all tangled up — his paws and 
tail were caught. He yelled and chattered in 
fright, and tried to get loose, but the more he 
tried, the tighter the meshes of the net fell about 
him. 

Poor Mappo was caught. He had been 
caught by a hunter’s net in the jungle, and the 


Mappo in a Net 41 

pieces of cocoanut were only bait, just as you 
bait a mouse trap with cheese. 

“Oh!” cried Mappo, in his shrill, chattering 
voice. “Oh dear! I am caught!” 

Tighter and tighter the net closed over him. 


CHAPTER IV 


MAPPO IN A BOX 

P OOR Mappo was not a merry monkey just 
then. Usually he was a jolly little fel- 
low, laughing and chattering in his own 
way, and playing tricks on his brothers and sis- 
ters. Now he felt very little like doing any- 
thing of that sort. 

^‘And to think that I was going to play a trick 
with the empty cocoanut shell, just a little while 
before this happened to me,” thought Mappo, 
as he tried very hard to get loose from the net 
in which he was all tangled up. “I wonder 
what has happened to me, anyhow,” said Mappo 
to himself. 

And, as Mappo did not find out for some little 
time I will tell you. He had been caught by a 
native hunter, in a net made from long pieces 
of a trailing vine, which was as strong as a rope. 

In the country where Mappo lived there were 
many people called natives — that is they had 
never lived in any country but their own, and 
they were a queer sort of people. 

They wore very few clothes, for it was too 
42 


Mappo in a Box 43 

hot to need many. They were a black, savage 
people, and they lived by hunting with their 
spears, and bows and arrows. They hunted 
wild animals — lions, tigers, elephants and 
monkeys. Some of the wild animals they used 
for food, and others they sold to white men who 
wanted them for circuses and menageries. And 
monkeys were generally the easiest to catch. 

Some of these black, half-clothed, savage 
natives had spread a vine net in the forest. 
The net, being made of vines, could not be 
seen until some animal got close to it. And 
to make monkeys come close to the net, so 
it would fall down over them, when one end 
was pulled loose by a native (hidden behind 
a tree) bits of cocoanut were sprinkled about 
Monkeys are very fond of cocoanut, and the 
natives knew, when the little long-tailed crea- 
tures went to pick up the white pieces, that they 
would come nearer and nearer to the trap-net, 
until they were caught That was what had 
happened to Mappo. 

The little monkey tried and tried again to 
break out of the net, but he could not It was 
too strong. Tighter and tighter it was pulled 
about him, until he could struggle no more. He 
lay there, a sad little lump of monkey in the 
net 

Then some black men, with long sharp sticks. 


44 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

or spears, gathered about him, and talked very 
fast and loud. You would not have understood 
what they said, if you had heard them, any more 
than you can understand dog and cat talk, but 
Mappo knew some of what they were saying, 
for he had lived in the jungle all his life, and 
these were natives, or jungle men. 

^^Ha! We caught only one monkey!” ex- 
claimed one tall, black man, with a long spear. 

“Well, but he is a good one,” another man 
said. “We will take him to the coast in a box, 
and sell him to the white men who will take 
him away in a ship. We will get many things 
for him, lots of beads to put around our necks, 
some brass wire to make rings for our noses and 
ankles, and red cloth to wear.” 

The natives, you see, did not want money. 
They wanted beads and bits of shiny brass wire, 
or gay-colored cloth, to make themselves look, 
as they thought, very fine. They even put rings 
in their noses, as well as in their ears, to decorate 
themselves. 

“Ha! So this is not the end of me!” thought 
Mappo, when he heard the black men thus talk- 
ing. “I am to be put in a box, and taken to a 
ship, it seems. I wonder what a ship is like. 
Well, as long as I am not to be hurt, perhaps 
it will be fun after all. But I wish they would 


Mappo in a Box 45 

let my mamma and papa, and sisters and brothers 
come with me. It is no fun being all by your- 
self.’’ 

But of course Mappo’s folks were, by this 
time, a long way off in the jungle woods, won- 
dering where Mappo himself was. If they had 
seen him in the net, they might have tried to 
get him out, but they did not see him. 

The net was now pulled so tightly about the 
little monkey, that he was in some pain. 

^^Bring up the box, and we’ll put him in it,” 
said one of the black men. Another native came 
up with a box made of tree branches nailed to- 
gether. It was what is called a crate — that is, 
there were spaces between the slats so Mappo 
could look out and get air. 

‘‘Look out. He may bite you!” called one 
native to another, as the crate was placed near 
the net. 

“Oh, I won’t give him a chance!” the other 
native said. 

“Ha! I won’t bite!” chattered Mappo, but 
the natives did not understand him. They knew 
very little of monkey talk. Mappo made up his 
mind that he would be good, for his mamma had 
often told him that was the best way to get along 
in this world. “But I’m sure she never thought 
I would be caught in a net,” said Mappo to him- 


46 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

self. wonder if she would mean me to be 
good now; and not bite. I guess she would, so 
I won’t nip anybody.” 

Mappo had very sharp teeth, even if he was 
a monkey, and he could give some good hard 
bites. But now he was going to be good. 

The net, with poor Mappo in it, was dragged 
up close to the crate, and a door in the crate 
was opened. Then part of the net was pulled 
to one side, and Mappo saw a hole where he 
thought he might slip out. He gave a jump, 
hoping he could get back into the tall trees 
again. 

“And if I do. I’ll never eat any more cocoa- 
nut, unless my mamma or papa gives it to me!” 
thought Mappo. 

So he gave a jump out of the net, but, in a 
second he found himself inside the wooden crate, 
or box. He had gone into it when the net was 
open opposite the door of the crate. In another 
second the door was shut and fastened, and 
Mappo was a prisoner in a new prison. He 
could not get out, no matter how hard he tried. 

“There he is, safe and sound!” chattered the 
natives, in their queer language, which was as 
much like monkey talk as anything else. “Now 
we can carry him to the coast, and sell him to 
the white men. Come on.” 

“I wonder where the coast is,” thought 



So he gave a jump out of the net, but, in a second, found 
himself inside the wooden crate or box. (Page 47) 



Mappo in a Box 49 

Mappo, and I might tell you, in case you don’t 
know, that the coast is the seashore. 

The ships, in which white men come to the 
jungle countries, go only as far as the seashore. 
They cannot go on the land, or into the interior, 
where the wild animals live. So when the na- 
tives catch monkeys, or other creatures, they 
have to carry them to the coast. 

^Well, this isn’t very nice,” thought Mappo, 
as he looked at the little crate, inside of which 
he now found himself. haven’t much room 
to move around here, and I don’t see anything 
to eat, or drink.” 

He was not very hungry, for he had eaten a 
lot of the cocoanut just before being caught in 
the net. But he was thirsty. However, he saw 
no water, and, though he chattered, and asked 
for it as nicely as he knew how, he got none — 
at least, not right away. 

Mappo’s fur was all ruffled by being caught 
in the net, and he now began to smooth that out, 
until he looked more like himself. He peered 
through between the slats of his cage with his 
queer little eyes, and there was a sad look in 
them, if any one had noticed. But no one did. 
The natives were getting ready to carry Mappo 
to the coast. 

Poor Mappo looked out on the green jungle 
where he had lived ever since he could remem- 


50 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

her. He did not know that he was never to 
see it again. He would never climb the big 
trees, and swing from one branch to another. 
He would not play tag with his brothers and 
sisters, nor would he open cocoanuts on a sharp 
stick and by dropping them on a stone. Mappo 
was to be taken away from his nice jungle. 

Of course he did not know all this at once. 
All he knew now was that he was in a little 
crate, where he had hardly room enough to turn 
around, and no room at all to hang by his tail. 

“Come on — let’s start with him!” called one 
of the black men. “We’ll take him to the white 
people, and come back and catch some more 
monkeys.” 

“Oh, I hope they catch some of my folks!” 
thought Mappo. He did not wish any harm to 
happen to his father or mother, or sisters or 
brothers, you know, but he was so lonesome, that 
he wanted to see some of them. 

The natives thrust long poles through the slats 
of Mappo’s box, and, putting the poles over 
their shoulders, off through the jungle they 
started to march. 

Poor Mappo was very thirsty by this time, but 
though he chattered very hard, and cried 
“Water!” over and over again, in his monkey 
language, no one paid any attention to him. 

On and on went the natives, carrying the little 


Mappo in a Box 51 

monkey in a crate. After a while some other 
black men came along another path, and they, 
too, had boxes slung on poles, and in the boxes 
were other animals. In one was a big striped 
tiger, and when Mappo saw him, the monkey 
crouched down in a corner of his box and cov- 
ered his eyes with his paws. 

‘‘Oh, maybe it’s the same tiger that tried to 
catch me, and whom I hit on the head with the 
empty cocoanut,” thought Mappo. “If it is, 
he’ll be very angry at me, and try to get me. 

“Oh dear! This is too bad. I guess this is 
the end of me!” Mappo cried. 

The natives carrying Mappo, in his box, ran 
forward with him, and as he looked out, he saw 
that his crate was close to the one in which was 
the growling, striped tiger. 

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” thought poor Mappo. 
“He’ll get me sure!” 


CHAPTER V 

MAPPO ON THE SHIP 

M APPO, who had taken his paws down 
from his eyes long enough to look at 
the striped tiger, now blind-folded 
himself, with his paws again, and shivered. All 
of a sudden the tiger growled, and Mappo shiv- 
ered still more. 

“Ha! Growl and roar as much as you like!” 
called one of the black natives. “You can’t get 
out of there, Sharp-Tooth!” That was the 
name the jungle men had given the tiger. “You 
can’t get out of that crate!” went on the native, 
and when Mappo heard that, he took down his 
paws once more, and looked at the tiger. He 
was sure it was the same one at whom he had 
thrown the cocoanut, and he wondered how the 
fierce, strong beast had been caught. Then 
Mappo looked at the crate in which the tiger 
was being carried along through the jungle. 

“Ha! That is a good, strong crate!” thought 
Mappo. “It is much stronger than the one I 
am in. I guess the tiger can’t get out, and I 
am glad of it. I mean I am sorry he is shut 
52 


Mappo on the Ship 53 

up, and I am sorry for myself, that I am shut 
up, and being taken away, but I would not like 
the tiger to get loose, while I am near him.” 

And indeed the cage holding the tiger was^ 
very strong. It had big pieces of tree branches 
for slats, and it took eight men to carry it, for 
the tiger was very heavy. Side by side, slung 
in their crates on the poles, over the shoulders 
of the black natives, Mappo and Sharp-Tooth, 
the tiger, were carried through the jungle. 

The tiger kept walking back and forth in his 
cage. It was just long enough to allow him to 
take two steps one way, and two steps the other 
way. And he kept going back and forth all the 
while, up and down, his red tongue hanging 
out of his mouth, for it was very hot. His fur, 
too, was scratched and cut, as though he had 
fought very hard, before he had let the natives 
catch him and put him into the crate. 

Mappo was not so much afraid now, and 
once, when his cage was close to that of the 
tiger, the big, striped beast spoke to the little 
monkey. Of course he talked in tiger language, 
which the natives could not understand, but 
Mappo could. 

‘^Ha! So they caught you too, little mon- 
key?” asked the tiger. 

^‘Yes, I got caught in a net, while I was eat- 
ing some cocoanut,” answered Mappo. 


54 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

^The cocoanut was bait/’ said the tiger. ‘‘I 
got caught eating a little goat. The goat was 
bait, too, and they caught me in a noose that al- 
most choked me. Then they slipped me in this 
box when I was half dead. If I had had my 
strength, they never would have gotten me in 
it!” and the tiger roared and growled, and tried 
to break out of his crate. But it was too strong 
— he could not. 

“Keep quiet there, Sharp-Tooth!” cried one 
of the black natives who was marching along 
beside the tiger’s cage. “Keep quiet, or I shall 
hit you on the nose with a stick,” and the black 
man held up a hard stick. The tiger growled, 
away down deep in his throat, and kept quiet. 
But still he spoke to Mappo, now and then. 

“Seems to me I have seen you before, some- 
where, little monkey,” said Sharp-Tooth. 

“Yes, you — you tried to eat me, if you please,” 
said Mappo, who spoke politely, because he was 
still afraid of the tiger. 

“Did I?” asked the tiger. “Well, I have to 
live, you know. And I have eaten so many 
monkeys that one, more or less, doesn’t matter. 
So I tried to eat you, eh? I wonder why I 
didn’t finish. I usually eat what I set out to.” 

“I — I hit you on the head with an empty co- 
coanut shell and ran away,” said Mappo. 

“Oh, that’s so. You did !” exclaimed the tiger. 


Mappo on the Ship 55 

“I thought I remembered you. So you’re the 
chap who played that trick on me, eh? Well, 
I thought I knew you. Ha! Yes. An empty 
cocoanut shell! I remember I was quite fright- 
ened. I thought my head was broken. But 
never mind. I forgive you. One shouldn’t re- 
member things like that when friends are in 
trouble. Listen, little monkey, will you do me 
a favor?” 

^What is it?” asked Mappo, wondering how 
he, a little monkey, could do anything to help 
a big, strong tiger. 

^Will you help me out of this cage?” asked 
the tiger. 

“How can I?” inquired Mappo. 

“Very easily,” the tiger said. “I know what 
is going to become of us. We are to be taken 
to the big ocean-water, and put in a house that 
floats on the waves.” That was what the tiger 
called a ship ; a house that floats on the waves. 

“How do you know this is to happen to us?” 
asked Mappo. 

“Because I heard the black men talking of 
it,” said Sharp-Tooth. “And, after a long 
while, we will land in another country, where 
there is no jungle, such as we love.” 

“That will be too bad,” Mappo said. “But 
still, it may be nice in that other country, and 
we may have many adventures.” 


56 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

“Bah! I do not want adventures!’’ the tiger 
growled. “All I want is to be left alone in my 
jungle, where I can kill what I want to eat, drink 
from the jungle pool, and sleep in the sun. I 
hate these men! I hate this cage! Once be- 
fore I was caught and put in one, but I broke 
out and got away. This time they have been 
too strong for me. But you can help me to 
escape.” 

“How?” asked Mappo. 

“Listen!” whispered the tiger, putting his big 
mouth, filled with sharp teeth, close to the side 
of his cage, and nearest to Mappo’s crate. 
“Listen! Your paws are like hands and fingers. 
To-night, when the natives set our crates down, 
to take their sleep, you can open your cage, 
slip out and come over and open mine. I 
have tried to open my own, but I cannot. How- 
ever, you can easily do it. Then we will both 
be free, and we can run away to the jungle to- 
gether: Come, will you do it? I am very 
hungry! I want to get off in the jungle and 
get something to eat.” 

Mappo thought for a minute. He was a 
smart little monkey, and he feared if he opened 
the tiger’s cage for him, the big chap might be 
so hungry that he would eat the first thing he 
saw, which would be Mappo himself. 


Mappo on the Ship 57 

“Will you open my cage for me after dark?” 
asked Sharp-Tooth. 

“I’ll think about it,” answered back Mappo. 

But he had no idea of letting out that tiger. 

“I’m sure he must still be angry at me for 
hitting him with that empty cocoanut,” said 
Mappo, “and if he is loose he can easily crush 
me with one stroke of his paw. No, I think I 
will not let him out, though I am sorry he is 
caught. But I will try to get out myself, and 
run back to my mamma and papa, and sisters 
and brothers. Yes, I will do that.” 

After the tiger had asked Mappo to help him 
get out of the cage, Sharp-Tooth pretended to 
go to sleep. He wanted to fool the natives, 
you see, and make believe he was going to be 
good and gentle. 

“Oh, but won’t I roar and bite and scratch 
when I do get out!” thought the tiger. Perhaps 
he would not have hurt Mappo, had the monkey 
opened the cage; but I cannot be sure of that. 

All day long through the jungle tramped the 
natives, carrying the wild animals in their 
crates. There were several besides Mappo and 
Sharp-Tooth. There were snakes, in big boxes, 
other monkeys, a rhinoceros, a hippopotamus, 
two lions, who roared dreadfully all the while, 
and many other beasts. 


58 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

In fact, it was a small circus marching 
through the jungle, and all the animals had been 
caught, in one way or another, to be sold to cir- 
cuses and menageries. But in this book I will 
tell you mostly about Mappo, just as in other 
books I have told you of Squinty, the comical 
pig, and Slicko, the jumping squirrel. 

“Oh, I do wish I had something to eat!” 
thought poor Mappo. But he did not see any- 
thing for a long time. It was getting dark when 
the natives, carrying the crates, set them down 
in the jungle, and began to build fires to cook 
their supper. They were going to camp out in 
the woods all night, and they had stopped near 
a pool of water. 

Mappo smelled the water. So did the other 
animals, and they began to howl for drinks. 
You remember I told you wild animals can 
often smell better than they can see. 

The natives did not want to be cruel to the 
animals; they only wanted to sell them to the 
white people. And the natives knew if the ani- 
mals did not get something to drink, they might 
die. So, pretty soon, they began to give the 
beasts water to drink. Mappo got some, and 
oh! how good it was to his little dry throat and 
mouth. 

“Don’t forget, you are going to let me loose 
in the night,” whispered the tiger to Mappo, as 


Mappo on the Ship 59 

it grew darker and darker in the jungle. 
Mappo said nothing. He pretended to be 
asleep. But, all the same, he made up his mind 
that he was not going to let the tiger loose. 

When it was all dark and quiet in the camp, 
Mappo tried to open his own cage with his 
smart little fingers. But the natives were 
smarter than the little monkey. They knew all 
monkeys were very good at picking open boxes, 
so they had made this one, for Mappo, espe- 
cially tight. Mappo tried his best, but he could 
not get out. 

So, after all, he did not have to play any trick 
on the tiger, and not let Sharp-Tooth out, and he 
was glad of it. 

“Hist! Hist!’’ the tiger called, from his 
crate, near that of Mappo. ^‘Aren’t you going 
to let me out?” 

‘T can’t get out myself,” answered the little 
monkey. 

^^Bur-r-r-r-r! Wow! Wuff!” roared the 
tiger. And then he was so angry that he 
growled and jumped about, trying to break out 
of his cage. The natives awoke, and one of 
them, running over to Sharp-Tooth, said: 

“Quiet here, tiger, or I shall have to hit you 
on the nose with a stick!” 

But the tiger would not be quiet, and, surely 
enough, the black man hit him on the nose with 


6o Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

a stick. The tiger howled and then became 
quiet. All the other animals who had made 
different noises when they heard the racket made 
by Sharp-Tooth, grew quiet also. 

Mappo went back to sleep, after trying once 
more to open his crate so he could get away in 
the jungle. 

guess I shall have to let them put me on 
the house in the big water,’’ he said to himself. 
“Never mind, I may have some fine adven- 
tures.” 

When morning came, the natives got their 
breakfast, fed the animals in the crates, and off 
they started once more through the forest. 
Mappo looked out of his cage, and he could see, 
swinging along in the trees on either side of the 
jungle path, other monkeys like himself. But 
they were free, and could climb to the tops of 
the tallest trees. 

Mappo called to them, in his own language, 
and told them to take the news to his papa and 
mamma that he had been caught in a net, and 
was being taken away to a far country. The 
wild monkeys promised that they would let Mr. 
and Mrs. Monkey know what had become of 
Mappo. 

In this way Mappo’s folks learned what had 
happened to him, but they never saw him again, 
nor did he see them. But monkeys are not like 


Mappo on the Ship 6l 

a boy or girl. Once they leave their homes, they 
do not mind it very much. They are always 
willing to look at something new. Though, of 
course, they may often wish they were out of 
their cages, and back in the jungle again. 

After some days the natives, with the wild ani- 
mals, reached the big ocean. Mappo had never 
seen so much water before. He looked at it 
through the slats of his crate. A little way out 
from shore he saw what looked like a big house 
floating on the water. This was the ship. 

Soon, in small boats, all the animals were 
taken aboard the ship, Mappo among them. 

‘^Now my adventures are really beginning,’’ 
thought Mappo, as he found himself in a cage 
on deck, next to some other monkeys, and a big 
cow with a hump on her back. She was a 
sacred cow. 


CHAPTER VI 

MAPPO MEETS TUM TUM 

M APPO did not know what a ship was, 
nor how it floated over the ocean from 
one country to another, blown by the 
wind or pushed by steam engines. The little 
monkey could not see much except the other 
monkeys in crates on the deck near him. Fi- 
nally Mappo did hear a deep growl from some- 
where behind him. 

“Ha!” snarled a voice. “There will be little 
chance to get away now! Why didn’t you let 
me out of my cage, monkey?” 

“I — I couldn’t,” said Mappo, and he looked 
around to see the tiger close to him. Sharp- 
Tooth was in his own cage and could not reach 
Mappo. For this the monkey was very glad. 

All the black men who had carried the wild 
animals through the jungle had gone now. In 
their places were white men, quite different. 
Mappo did not know which he liked better, but 
the white men seemed to be kind, for some of 
them brought food and water to the animals. 
‘‘Are we on the ship, or water-house, now?” 

62 


Mappo Meets Turn Turn 63 

asked Mappo, as he felt as though he were be- 
ing moved along. 

“Yes, we are on a ship, and we’ll never see 
the jungle any more,” said the tiger. “Oh 
wow!” and he roared very loudly. 

“Quiet there!” called one of the white men, 
and he banged with his stick on the tiger’s cage. 
The tiger growled, and lay down. 

Now it was quiet aboard the ship, which soon 
started away from the shores of the hot, jungle 
country toward another land, where it is warm 
part of the time and cold part of the time. 
Mappo was on his way to have many new ad- 
ventures. 

For several days the little monkey boy did 
nothing but stay in his cage, crouched in one 
corner, looking out between the slats. He 
could see nothing, for, all around him, were 
other cages. But when he looked up, through 
the top of his cage, he could see a little bit of 
blue sky. 

It was the same kind of blue sky he had 
looked at from his tree-house in the jungle, now 
so far away, and Mappo did not feel so lone- 
some, or homesick, when he watched the white 
clouds sail over the little patch of blue sky. 

For you know animals do get homesick just 
as do boys and girls. Often, in circuses and 
menageries, the animals become so homesick, 


64 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

and long so for the land from which they have 
been taken, that they become ill and die. When 
a keeper sees one of his pet animals getting 
homesick, he tries to cure him. 

He may put the homesick animal into another 
cage, or give him different things to eat — things 
he had in his own country. Or the keeper may 
put the homesick animal in with some different 
and new beasts, so the homesick one may have 
something new to think about. Monkeys very 
often become homesick, but so do elephants, 
tigers and lions. It is a sad thing to be home- 
sick, even for animals. 

But Mappo was not very homesick. In the 
first place he was not a very old monkey, and 
he had not lived in the jungle very long, though 
he had been there all his life. Then, too, he 
was anxious to have some adventures. 

So, though when he looked at the bit of blue 
sky, and thought of his home in the deep, green 
woods, he had a wish, only for a moment, to go 
back there. He had enough to eat on the ship, 
plenty of cool water to drink, and he knew he 
was in no danger from the tiger or other wild 
beasts bigger than himself. For the tiger was 
fastened up in a big strong cage, and could not 
get out. 

Mappo, on board the ship, chattered and 
talked with the other monkeys in cages all 


Mappo Meets Turn Turn 65 

around him. He asked how they had been 
caught, and they told him it was in the same way 
as he had been — by picking up good things to eat 
on the ground, and so being tangled up in a 
net. 

‘^And I don’t know what is going to happen to 
me now,” said a little girl monkey, with a very 
sad face. 

^^Oh, cheer up!” cried Mappo, in his most 
jolly voice. “I am sure something nice will 
happen to all of us. See, we are having a nice 
ride in the water-house, and we have all we 
want to eat, without having to hunt for it in the 
woods.” 

“Yes, but I want my papa and mammal” cried 
the little girl monkey. 

Mappo tried to make her feel happier, but it 
was hard work. As for Mappo, himself, he was 
feeling pretty jolly, but then he was always a 
merry monkey. 

As the ship sailed on, over the ocean, it left 
behind the warm, jungle country where Mappo 
had always lived. The weather grew more 
cool, and though Polar Bears like cold weather, 
and are happy when they have a cake of ice to 
sit on, monkeys do not. Monkeys must be kept 
very warm, or they catch cold, just as boys and 
girls do. 


66 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

So, as the ship sailed farther and farther 
north, on its way to a new country, Mappo felt 
the change. Though he was covered with thick 
hair, or fur, he could not help shivering, espe- 
cially at night when the sun had gone down. 

The man in charge of the wild animals that 
were to go to the circus knew how to look after 
them. He knew which ones had to be kept 
warm, and which ones cold. 

“You must cover up the monkeys’ cages these 
nights,” said the man to a sailor one afternoon, 
as he saw Mappo and the others shivering. 
“Keep them warm.” 

“Aye, aye, sir,” answered the sailor, which 
was his way of saying, “Yes, sir!” 

Heavy coverings were spread over the mon- 
keys’ cages every night, but even then Mappo 
shivered, and so did the others. It was quite 
different from the warm jungle where he could 
sleep out of doors with only his own fur for a 
bedquilt. 

“I guess we’ll have to move the monkeys 
down below, if it gets much colder,” said the 
animal man to the sailor. “They’ll freeze up 
here.” 

“Free-e-e-e-eze! I-I-I-I — I g-g-g-g-guess we 
will!” chattered Mappo, and he shivered so that 
he stuttered when he talked. Of course he 


Mappo Meets Turn Turn 67 

spoke monkey language, and the men could not 
understand him. But they could understand 
his shivering, and soon they began to move the 
cages to a warmer place. 

Mappo and the other animals who need to be 
kept warm were lowered through a hole down 
inside the ship. It was in a place called a 
‘‘hold.” And it was called that, I suppose, be- 
cause it was made to hold the cargo of wild ani- 
mals carried by the ship. 

Mappo did not like it so well down in this 
part of the ship as he had liked it on deck. But 
it was warmer, and that was a great deal. Still 
he could not see the little patch of blue sky that 
had reminded him of his jungle home. 

“I wonder what has become of Sharp-Tooth, 
the big tiger?” asked Mappo, of one of the other 
monkeys. 

“Oh, I saw them lower his cage down into an- 
other part of the ship,” said a big monkey. “I 
am glad of it, too, for I don’t like him so near 
us. He might break out some night, and bite 
us.” 

“He wanted me to let him out,” said Mappo. 

“Gracious! I hope you didn’t think of such 
a thing!” cried a little girl monkey. 

“No, I didn’t,” Mappo said. 

“How did you happen to know the tiger?” 
asked the big monkey. 


68 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

“Oh, he tried to get me once,” Mappo an- 
swered, “and I threw an empty cocoanut shell 
in his face!” 

“You did!” cried all the other monkeys. 

“How brave you were!” said the little girl 
monkey. 

Mappo was beginning to feel that way him- 
self! 

For several days nothing much happened to 
Mappo, after he and his monkey friends had 
been moved to the warm part of the ship. They 
had things to eat, and water to drink, and they 
slept a good deal of the time. One day the 
sailor who always fed Mappo stood in front of 
the cage, and, looking in, said: 

“I wonder if you’d bite me if I petted you a 
bit? You look like a nice chap, and I like mon- 
keys. I wonder if I couldn’t teach you some 
tricks. Then you’d be worth more to the circus. 
You’ll have to learn tricks in the circus, anyhow, 
and you might as well begin now. I think I’ll 
pet you a bit.” 

“Chatter! Chatter! Chat! Bur-r-r-r! Snip!” 
went Mappo. That meant, in his language, 
that he would not think of biting the kind sailor 
who had fed and watered him. But the sailor 
was careful. Very slowly he put out his hand, 
and, reaching through the bars, he stroked Map- 
po’s soft fur. 


Mappo Meets Turn Turn 69 

‘That’s a good chap!” said the sailor. “I be- 
lieve you are going to be nice after all.” 

^‘Bur-r-r-r! Wopp!” said Mappo. That 
meant: ‘‘Of course I am!” 

In a few days the sailor and Mappo were 
good friends, and one afternoon the sailor 
opened the cage door and let the monkey out. 
Then Mappo grew quite excited. It was the 
first time he had been loose since he had been 
caught, and he was so glad to run about, and 
use his legs and tail, that, before he knew what 
he was doing, he had jumped right over the 
sailor’s head, and had scrambled up on the ship’s 
deck. 

“Oh, a monkey’s loose! One of the monkeys 
has gotten away!” cried the sailors. 

“Never mind! I’ll catch him!” said the one 
who had been kind to Mappo. 

Mappo ran and leaped. He saw something 
like a tall tree, only it had no branches on it. 
But there were ropes and ladders fast to it, and, 
in an instant, Mappo had scrambled up them to 
the top of the tall thing. It was the mast of the 
ship, but Mappo did not know that. 

Away up to the top he went, and, curling his 
tail around a rope, there he sat. 

“Make him come down!” cried the captain. 
“I can’t have a monkey on top of my ship’s mast! 


70 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

Somebody climb up after him and bring him 
down.” 

^^ril go,” said a sailor. 

Now a sailor is a good climber, but not nearly 
so good as a monkey. Mappo waited until the 
sailor was almost up to him, and then, quick as 
a flash, Mappo swung himself out of the way by 
another rope, and, just as he had done in the 
jungle, he went over to the top of another 
mast. 

“There he goes!” cried the sailors on deck. 

“Yes, I see he does,” said the sailor who had 
tried to catch Mappo. 

“You had better come down,” spoke the man 
who had let Mappo out of the cage. “I think 
he’ll come down for me.” In his hand he held 
some lumps of sugar, of which Mappo was very 
fond. 

“Come on down, old chap,” called the sailor. 
“No one will hurt you. Come and get the 
sugar.” 

Now whether Mappo had had enough of be- 
ing loose, or whether it was too cold for him up 
on the mast, I can’t say. Perhaps he wanted 
the sugar, and, again, he might not have wanted 
to make trouble for his kind friend, the sailor, 
who had let him out. 

Anyhow, Mappo came slowly down, and took 
some of the sugar from the sailor’s hand. The 



Away up to the top he went, and, curling his tail around a 
rope, there he sat. (Page 71) 




Mappo Meets Turn Turn 73 

sailor took hold of the collar around Mappo’s 
neck. 

^‘Now lock up that monkey!” cried the cap- 
tain. ‘‘And if he runs away again, we’ll whip 
him.” 

“No, it was my fault,” the sailor said. “And 
I’d like him to be loose. I can teach him some 
tricks.” 

“All right, do as you like,” the captain spoke. 
“Only keep him off the mast.” 

“I’m not going up there again,” thought 
Mappo to himself. “It is too cold.” 

“Come along,” said the sailor, giving him an- 
other lump of sugar, and Mappo put one hairy 
little paw in the hand of the sailor, and walked 
along the deck with him. 

“I guess you were just scared, old fellow,” 
the man said to the monkey. “When you get 
quieted down, you and I shall have lots of fun. 
You are almost as nice as my elephant. Turn 
Turn.” 

This was the first Mappo had heard of the 
elephant. He knew what they were, for he had 
often seen the big creatures in the jungle, crash- 
ing their way through the trees, even pulling 
some up by the roots, in their strong trunks, to 
eat the tender green tops of the trees. 

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74 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

ship,” thought Mappo. But he was soon to find 
out there was. 

Two or three days after this Mappo was let 
out of his cage once more. This time he did not 
jump and run. He stayed quietly beside the 
sailor, and put his paw into the man’s hand. 

^‘That’s the way to do it,” said the sailor. 
“Come now, we’ll go below and see Turn Turn.” 

Down into a deep part of the ship, near the 
bottom, the sailor took Mappo. Then the mon- 
key could see a number of elephants chained to 
the walls. They were swaying their big bodies 
to and fro, and swinging their trunks. The 
sailor went up to the biggest elephant of them 
all, and, so Mappo thought, the most jolly-look- 
ing, and said: 

“Turn Turn, I have brought some one to see 
you. Here is a little monkey.” 

Mappo looked up, and saw a jolly twinkle in 
the little eyes of Turn Turn. Mappo knew ele- 
phants were never unkind to monkeys, and, a 
moment later, Mappo had given a jump, up to 
the shoulder of the sailor, and then right on the 
back of Turn Turn. 


CHAPTER VII 

MAPPO IN THE CIRCUS 

TELL, I declare!” exclaimed the 
sailor who had brought Mappo 
downstairs in the ship to see Turn 
Turn, the jolly elephant. ‘^You two animals 
seem to get along fine together!” 

And indeed Mappo and Turn Turn were the 
best of friends at once. Elephants and monkeys 
very seldom quarrel, and they live together in 
peace, even in the jungle, and do not fight, and 
bite and scratch, as some wild beasts do. 

^^Hello!” said Mappo to Turn Turn, as the 
little monkey sat on the elephant’s back. 
‘‘Hello!” 

“Hello yourself!” answered Turn Turn, and 
his voice was deep and rumbling, away down in 
his long nose or trunk, while Mappo’s was chat- 
tery and shrill, as a monkey’s voice always is. 

“Well, where did you come from?” asked 
Mappo. “I’ve often seen you, or some elephant 
friends of yours in the jungle. How did you 
get on this ship with the other animals? You 
don’t mean to say that the hunter men caught 
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76 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

you — you, a great big strong elephant, do you?” 

^‘That’s just what they did, Mappo,” said 
Turn Turn, and the sailor, looking at the two 
animals, did not know they were telling secrets 
to each other. 

“I’ll just leave ’em together a while,” said the 
sailor. “I don’t believe the monkey will run 
away, and, as he’s getting homesick, it may make 
him feel better to be with the elephant a while.” 

Mappo was indeed getting homesick for the 
jungle, and for his folks, but when he saw Turn 
Turn, he felt much better. 

“How did they catch you?” asked the monkey, 
as the sailor went up on deck, while Mappo and 
the elephant stayed down in the lower part of 
the ship, where it was nice and warm, talking to 
one another. 

“Oh, the hunters made a big, strong fence in 
the jungle,” said Turn Turn. “They left one 
opening in it, and then they began to drive us 
elephants along toward it. We did not know 
what was happening until it was too late, and at 
last we were caught fast in a sort of big trap, 
and could not get out.” 

“I should think you were so strong that you 
could easily have gotten out,” Mappo said. 

“Well, we did try — we wild elephants,” spoke 
Turn Turn. “We rushed at the bamboo fence, 
and tried to break it down with our big heads. 


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But tame elephants, who had helped to drive us 
into the trap, came up, and struck us with their 
trunks, and stuck us with their tusks, and told us 
to be good, and not to break the fence, and that 
we would be kindly treated. So we behaved, 
and, after a while, we found ourselves on this 
ship.” 

‘‘Do you like it here?” asked Mappo. 

“Well, it isn’t so bad,” said Turn Turn. “I 
get all I want to eat, and I don’t have to hunt 
for it. I am to go in a circus and menagerie, 
I hear. I don’t quite know what that is, do 
you?” 

“Not exactly,” answered Mappo, scratching 
his nose. 

“Well, maybe we’ll be in it together,” went 
on Turn Turn. “But how did you happen to get 
caught, and brought away from the jungle, little 
monkey?” 

Then Mappo told of being caught in the net 
when he picked up the pieces of cocoanut. 

“Were any other animals caught with you?” 
asked Turn Turn. 

“Oh, yes, the hunters had other animals — 
some monkeys, and a big tiger in a cage. He 
was named Sharp-Tooth, the tiger was.” 

“Hush!” whispered Turn Turn through his 
trunk, and looking around carefully, he went 
on: “Don’t let him know I’m here!” 


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‘‘Let who know?” asked Mappo. 

“Sharp-Tooth, the tiger. Don’t tell him I’m 
here,” Turn Turn said. 

“Why not?” the little monkey wanted to know. 

“Well, because he and I aren’t friends,” said 
Turn Turn. “You know in the jungle, hunters 
sometimes ride on the backs of myself, and my 
elephant friends, to hunt tigers. That’s why the 
tigers don’t like us. So don’t mention to Sharp- 
Tooth that I’m on board this ship.” 

“I won’t, of course,” spoke Mappo in his 
funny, monkey talk. “But it wouldn’t matter, 
anyhow, as he’s in a cage.” 

“He might break loose, and scratch me,” said 
Turn Turn. “So don’t mention it to him.” 

Mappo promised not to. He sat up there on 
the elephant’s back a long time, and they talked 
of many things that had happened in the jungle 
woods. 

“Well, you two seem to like each other so well 
that I guess I’ll leave you together,” said the 
sailor, when he came back and found Mappo 
asleep on Turn Turn’s back. “I’ll bring the 
monkey’s cage down here,” the sailor went on, 
“and let him stay. They might just as well get 
acquainted, for they’ll be together in the circus, 
anyhow.” 

“That will be nice,” thought Mappo, as he 
heard what the sailor said. 


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Many things happened to Mappo aboard the 
ship in which he journeyed from the jungle to 
this country. I have not room to tell you about 
all of them in this book. 

Once there came a great storm, so that the 
big ship rolled and rocked like a rocking- 
chair, and Mappo felt ill. So did Turn Turn, 
and the other elephants, and they made loud 
noises through their trunks. Mappo and the 
other monkeys chattered with fear, and even 
Sharp-Tooth, the big striped tiger, in his cage, 
was afraid, and growled, while the lions roared 
like thunder. 

But finally the storm passed, the sea grew 
calm and the animals felt better. Then came a 
day when Mappo was shut up in his cage again. 
Most of the time he had been loose, to run about 
as he pleased. 

^T’m sorry to have to do it, old chap,” said his 
sailor friend, “but all you animals are going to 
be taken off the ship now, and put ashore, and 
we don’t want to lose you.” 

“I don’t want to get lost, either,” said Mappo 
to himself. “I wonder what is going to happen 
now.” 

Many things happened to him, and also to 
Turn Turn and the others. Mappo’s cage, as 
well as the cages holding the lions and tigers, 
were lifted off the ship onto land. Then they 


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were put on big wagons and carted off through 
a strange place. At first Mappo thought it was 
a new kind of jungle, for he saw some trees. 

But when Mappo saw many boys and girls, 
and men and women, all in strange dresses, not 
at all like the brown natives, and when he saw 
many houses, he knew it could not be a jungle. 
No, it was a big city where Mappo had been 
taken. And it was the city where the circus 
stayed in winter, the animals living in barns, 
and in menageries, instead of in tents. But 
when the warm summer came, they would be 
taken out on the road, and sent from place to 
place with the traveling circus. Of course, 
Mappo knew nothing of this yet. Neither did 
Turn Turn. 

Mappo’s cage, with a number of others, was 
finally put into a big barn, where it was nice and 
warm. On the earth-floor of the barn was saw- 
dust, and Mappo saw many men and horses, and 
many strange things. Finally a man came up to 
Mappo’s cage. 

^^Ha! So these are some of the monkeys I am 
to teach to do tricks, eh?” said the man. “Well, 
they look like nice monkeys. And that one 
seems a little tame. I think I’ll begin on him,” 
and he pointed right at Mappo. 

“Better look out,” said another man. 
“Maybe he is an ugly chap, and will bite you.”’ 


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^^Oh, indeed I won’t!” chattered Mappo. “I 
guess I know better than that!” But of course 
the circus man did not understand this monkey 
talk. Mappo jumped about in his cage, for he 
felt that he was going to be taken out, and he 
was tired of being shut up. He wanted to hang 
by his tail, and do other things, as he had done 
in the jungle. 

‘‘He’s a lively little fellow, anyhow,” said the 
circus man, as he opened the door of Mappo’s 
cage. “Come on out, old chap,” he went on, 
“and let’s see what you look like.” 

Very gently he took Mappo out, and Mappo 
was very quiet. He wanted to show the man 
how polite and nice even a jungle monkey could 
be, when he tried. 

“You’re a nice fellow,” the man said, stroking 
Mappo’s back. “Now let’s see. I guess I’ll 
teach you first to ride a pony, or a dog, and then 
jump through paper hoops. After that you can 
turn somersaults, and sit up at the table and 
eat like a real child. Oh, I’ll teach you many 
tricks.” 

Mappo did not understand very much of this 
talk. No monkey could. But Mappo did un- 
derstand the word “eat,” and he wondered when 
the man was going to feed him, for Mappo was 
hungry. 

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82 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

were being taught tricks, for the men were train- 
ing them to be ready for the summer circus in 
the big tents. Horses were racing about saw- 
dust rings, men were shouting and calling, and 
snapping long whips. In one corner a man was 
trying to make an elephant stand on his hind 
legs. Mappo looked a second time. 

‘Why, that’s Turn Turn! He’s learning 
tricks too!” said Mappo, to himself. “That’s 
fine! I hope he and I can do tricks together.” 

Turn Turn did not look very happy. A long 
rope was fastened to him, and he was being 
pulled up so his head and trunk were in the air. 
That’s how elephants are first taught to do the 
trick of standing on their hind legs. After a 
bit they learn to do it without being hoisted up 
by a rope. 

“Now then, monkey boy, here we are!” ex- 
claimed the man who had taken Mappo out of 
his cage. The man soon found that Mappo 
was good and gentle. “Now for your first 
trick,” the man said. “Here, Prince!” 

A great big, shaggy dog, almost as large as 
Sharp-Tooth, the tiger, came bounding into the 
circus ring. Right at Mappo rushed the dog, 
barking as loudly as he could: 

“Bowwow! Bowwow! Bowwow!” 


CHAPTER VIII 


MAPPO AND HIS TRICKS 

M APPO, the merry monkey, gave one 
look at the big dog rushing at him, 
and then, with a chatter of fright, 
sprang right up on the shoulder of the circus 
man. There Mappo sat, shivering, and looking 
down at the dog who kept on barking. 

“Oh ho! So you’re afraid, are you?” asked 
the man, as he put up his hand and patted 
Mappo. “Well, you don’t need to be, little 
chap. Prince wouldn’t hurt you a bit, would 
you, old chap?” 

“Bow wow!” barked the dog, and I think he 
meant that he certainly would not — that he 
loved monkeys. In fact, any one would have 
loved Mappo, he was so kind and gentle, even 
though he had not had much training. 

“Now, Prince, just show this monkey how 
you can stand on your head,” went on the circus 
man. ^^Show him how it’s done.” 

The dog kicked his hind legs up in the air, 
and there he was, standing up partly on his head, 
and partly on his forepaws. 

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84 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

‘That’ll do, Prince!” the man called. 
“Down!” 

“Bow wow!” barked Prince, as he turned a 
somersault, and stood on his four feet. 

“You’ll soon be doing tricks like that, little 
monkey,” went on the circus man, speaking to 
Mappo, as though the little chap from the jungle 
could understand and answer him. 

And, as I have told you, Mappo could under- 
stand pretty nearly all the man said, but he 
could not talk back to him, except in monkey lan- 
guage, and that the man did not understand. 

“Now, Prince,” said the circus man, “Mappo 
is going to have a ride on your back. I want 
you to go slowly with him at first so he will not 
fall off. Later on, you may run fast, and we’ll 
have a race, with other monkeys on the backs of 
other dogs. And, when Mappo has learned to 
ride dog-back. I’ll teach him to ride pony-back.” 

“Bow wow!” barked Prince, just as though he 
understood it all. 

A bright red blanket was strapped around 
Prince, like a saddle on a horse, and over the 
dog’s head were put some straps like the reins 
of a horse. Those were for Mappo to take hold 
of, and pretend he was driving the dog around 
the ring. 

“All right now. Here we go !” cried the man. 
“Come, Mappo!” 


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Mappo, who had been watching Turn Turn 
learn to stand on his hind legs, now looked at 
the man and dog. The man lifted up the mon- 
key and set him on the dog’s back. He also 
put the reins in Mappo’s little paws. 

^^Now go, Prince!” said the man, and he 
walked along with the dog, holding Mappo on 
the back of Prince. 

At first Mappo did not understand what was 
wanted of him, and when Prince started off, 
the little monkey grew afraid, and tried to jump 
down and run away. But the man spoke gently 
to him. 

“There now, old fellow,” said the circus man 
kindly. “No one is going to hurt you. You’ll 
be all right. Just sit on. Prince won’t run 
away with you.” 

Mappo was not so frightened now, and as 
the man held him on the dog’s back, he did 
not fall off. Around and around in a ring went 
Prince carrying Mappo. Finally the monkey 
saw that he was in no danger of falling, and he 
sat up straighten 

“I guess you can go alone now,” said the man. 
“Go on. Prince!” 

Mappo sat up proudly, holding the reins. 
He was riding alone, though of course not very 
fast, for Prince only walked now. 

For two or three days Mappo practiced this 


86 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

trick, and each day he did it better. Each day, 
too, when he had finished it, he was given some- 
thing good to eat, and so was Prince. 

“Now we’ll try it faster to-day,” said the man, 
after Mappo had been in the circus about a 
week. “Run, Prince, and give Mappo a fast 
ride.” 

Off started Prince, almost before Mappo was 
ready for him. And, just as you might expect, 
Mappo fell off and rolled over and over in the 
sawdust. 

“Chatter-chatter-chat ! Bur-r-r-r ! Buz-z- 
z-z-z! Wur-r-r-r-r!” went Mappo, excitedly. 

“Bow wow!” barked Prince, capering about. 

“Hold on! That’s not the way to do it! You 
must hold on tightly!” cried the circus man. 

“Did you hurt yourself, Mappo?” asked Turn 
Turn, the jolly elephant, who was resting, after 
having stood up on his hind legs. He had seen 
Mappo fall. 

“No,” answered the monkey, “I didn’t hurt 
myself, but I don’t like to fall that way. I don’t 
like that trick.” 

“Never mind,” spoke Turn Turn kindly. 
“The next time you do it, and Prince runs fast, 
just wrap your tail around him, as you used to 
wrap it around a tree limb in the big jungle. 
Then you won’t fall.” 

“That’s a good idea — I’ll do it!” cried Mappo. 



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“Now we’ll try it again,” said the circus man. 
“Go a bit slower this time, Prince.” 

“Bow wow! I will!” barked the dog. 

Once more Mappo took his place on the red 
blanket on the dog’s back. He took the reins in 
his little paws, that were almost like your hands, 
and then, remembering what Turn Turn had 
said to him, Mappo wound his tail around the 
neck of Prince, but not so tightly as to hurt him. 

“Bow wow! What are you doing that for?” 
asked the dog. He knew how to speak so 
Mappo would understand him. 

“I am doing it so I will not fall off when you 
run fast, Prince,” answered Mappo. 

“Ha! Ha! Very good!” laughed Prince, in 
the only way dogs can laugh, which is by bark- 
ing softly. “That’s a good trick, little monkey. 
If other monkeys were as smart as you they 
would learn their lessons more quickly. Now 
hold on tight, for I am going to run!” 

“I will!” promised Mappo. 

The circus man looked at what Mappo had 
done. 

“That is a smart little monkey,” he said. 
“Now he will not fall.” 

And this time, when Prince started off, and 
ran very fast around the sawdust ring, Mappo 
did not fall off. His tail, which was as good 
as a hand to him, was wrapped about the neck 


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of Prince, and kept Mappo from slipping. 

Mappo could now do the dog-riding trick 
very well. No matter how fast Prince ran, the 
monkey would not fall off. A few days later 
more dogs and other monkeys were brought into 
the circus ring in the big barn, and they, too, 
raced around. But none of them could go as 
fast as Mappo and Prince, and, each time, they 
won the race around the sawdust ring. 

“That certainly is a smart little monkey I” the 
circus man would say over and over again. “I 
shall teach him many tricks. I will now see how 
he can ride on the back of a pony, and, after that, 
I will teach him to jump through paper hoops.” 

Mappo did not very well understand what 
this meant, but he made up his mind he would 
do whatever was asked of him, and that he 
would do it as well as he could. 

A few days later some little Shetland ponies 
were brought into the barn, and Mappo was 
placed on the back of one of them. The pony 
was a little larger than Prince, and Mappo was 
farther from the ground. But the little mon- 
key had climbed tall trees in the jungle, and he 
was not afraid of going up even on an elephant’s 
back. So, of course, he was not afraid on Trot- 
ter, the pony. 

A Blanket was strapped on Trotter’s back, and 
as there was an iron ring in the strap, Mappo 


Mappo and His Tricks 91 

stuck his tail through that, and so held on. The 
other monkeys, who were also to ride ponies, 
saw what Mappo was doing, and they did the 
same thing. 

“Ha! It’s good to have a smart monkey in 
the circus,” said the man. “He shows the 
others what to do.” 

Mappo was so smart, and such a good rider, 
that he easily took the lead in the race, and kept 
it. The ponies ran faster than the dogs had 
done, but, even then, neither Mappo nor any of 
the other monkeys fell off, for their tails were 
in the iron rings of the straps. 

“Well, how are you coming on?” asked Turn 
Turn of Mappo one day, when they were rest- 
ing after having eaten their dinners. 

“Fine!” answered Mappo. “I can do many 
tricks now. What are you learning?” 

“Oh, many things,” answered Turn Turn. “I 
have to play ball, grind a hand-organ with my 
trunk and make music, I have to play soldier, 
march around, and stand up on my hind legs 
and on my head.” 

“Is it hard work?” asked Mappo. 

“Yes, but I like it,” said Turn Turn. And 
some day soon, in another book, I shall tell you 
the many adventures of Turn Turn, the jolly 
elephant. 

“Well, now for a new trick,” said the circus 


92 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

man to Mappo, one morning. ^‘Soon it will be 
time for the circus to go out on the road, under 
the big tents, and I want you to do many tricks 
for the boys and girls.” 

^‘ril do all I can!” chattered Mappo, in his 
monkey language. 

This time, after he had ridden around the ring 
once or twice on the back of Prince, the circus 
man brought out some big wooden hoops, cov- 
ered with paper. 

“You are to jump through these, Mappo,” 
said the man. “Come, let me see how you can 
do it.” Mappo was riding on Prince’s back. 
All of a sudden, as Prince went around the saw- 
dust ring, he came near to one of the rings the 
man held out. Mappo did not in the least know 
what he was to do, but, all at once, the man 
caught him up off the dog’s back, and fairly 
tossed him through the paper ring. The paper 
burst with a crackling noise, and Mappo felt 
himself falling. 

“Oh dear!” thought the little monkey, “I 
wonder where I shall land!” 


CHAPTER IX 

MAPPO RUNS AWAY 

M APPO was so surprised, as he felt him- 
self fairly flying through the paper 
hoop, that he did not know exactly 
what was happening. 

“I may land on the back of Turn Turn, for 
all I know,” he thought. 

But, just as he said that to himself, he came 
down on the back of Prince, as if nothing had 
happened. 

^‘Hello, here we are again!” cried Prince, 
running on around the sawdust ring, with 
Mappo on his back. ‘^You did that trick all 
right.” 

^‘Yes, but the man tossed me through the 
paper-covered hoop,” spoke Mappo, wonder- 
ingly. 

‘^That was to show you how to do it,” went on 
Prince. ‘T have seen many monkeys do that 
trick.” 

^‘Oh, I see,” said Mappo. ‘‘There’s the man 
with another hoop. Shall I jump right through 
it?” 


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^‘Yes, don’t wait for him to toss you,” Prince 
said. ^‘Though he didn’t hurt you, did he?” 

^‘Not a bit,” laughed Mappo, who rather 
liked doing that trick. 

The circus man stood up on a little box, hold- 
ing the ring, all covered with red paper, ready 
for Mappo to jump through. And the man 
would have picked Mappo up, and tossed him 
through the ring, only the monkey did not wait 
for that. Instead, he gave a jump himself, and 
right through the ring he went, coming down 
on Prince’s back as nicely as you please. Prince 
kept right on running around the sawdust ring. 

“Fine! That’s the way to do it!” cried the 
circus man, clapping his hands. “I’ll have to 
get you to show the other monkeys how to do 
it, Mappo! You’re the first monkey who ever 
learned that trick so quickly.” 

I guess I told you Mappo was a smart little 
chap. 

The rest of that day he spent practicing jump- 
ing through more paper-covered hoops, doing 
some of his jumps from the back of Trotter, the 
pony. Then other monkeys were brought in, 
and they watched Mappo. 

“Now let’s see if they can do it,” said the man, 
after Mappo had done his trick several times. 
Well, the other monkeys tried, and while some 
of them could do it pretty well, others fell off. 


Mappo Runs Away 95 

or else were afraid of the paper hoops. No 
one did it as well as Mappo. 

From then on, the little monkey learned many 
circus tricks. He did not learn all of them as 
easily as he had learned to ride the dog and 
pony, or jump through the hoops. In fact, it 
took him several days to learn the trick of turn- 
ing a somersault. And it took him longer to 
learn to sit up at a table, and eat with a knife, 
fork and spoon, dressed up like a little boy, with 
real clothes on. 

All this while the circus animals had re- 
mained in the big, warm barn, for it was still 
winter. But spring and summer were coming, 
and would soon be over all the land. Then the 
circus would start out with the tents, and the 
big red, green and golden wagons. 

Other animals were being trained, too. Turn 
Turn, the jolly elephant could do many tricks, 
and Mappo loved to watch his big friend, with 
the long trunk, and the long white teeth, or 
tusks, sticking out of his mouth. Turn Turn’s 
trainer would sometimes sit on these tusks, or 
on Turn Turn’s trunk, and ride around the ring. 
Turn Turn liked his keeper, or trainer, very 
much, just as Mappo liked his own circus man. 

One day, when Mappo had finished doing his 
tricks for the day, and had been given a whole, 
ripe, yellow banana for himself, as a treat for 


96 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

being good and smart, the little monkey wan- 
dered off to another part of the circus barn. 
Mappo, unlike the other monkeys, was not kept 
in a cage, or chained up. 

As Mappo was walking along he came under- 
neath a cage, and from over his head came a 
loud roar. 

“A lion!” cried Mappo, springing away. 
‘^He’ll get me!” 

In the jungle he and his brothers and sisters 
had been taught to run and hide when a lion 
roared, and, for the moment, Mappo did just 
as he had been used to doing in the jungle. 
Then he sort of laughed to himself, in a way 
monkeys have, and he said: 

“Ha! Ha! That lion can’t get at me! He 
is locked in his cage. I’m not afraid.” 

But, just the same, Mappo ran over on the 
other side of the circus barn, and watched the 
lion from there. 

The “King of Beasts,” as he is called, though 
a lion is often no braver that any other animal, 
paced back and forth in his cage. He peered 
out between the bars, and tried to break them 
with his big paws. But he could not. Now 
and then the lion would utter a deep, loud roar, 
that seemed to shake the very ground. I sup- 
pose he roared as he had done in the jungle, 
when he wanted to let the other animals know 


Mappo Runs Away 97 

he was coming. A lion must be very proud of 
his roar. 

“Well, you can’t get me, anyhow,” thought 
Mappo. “You are safe in your cage, and I 
am glad of it.” 

“Well, how are you to-day. Turn Turn?” 
asked Mappo, of the jolly elephant. 

“Tired. Very tired!” exclaimed Turn Turn. 

“What makes you tired?” asked the monkey. 

“Doing so many tricks,” the elephant an- 
swered. “And you know I am a big, heavy 
chap, and it tires me to run fast around the ring. 
But never mind, we will soon be out of here, 
and on a journey.” 

“Where are we going?” asked Mappo. 

“To travel from town to town, as all circuses 
do. We shall soon be living in tents,” the ele- 
phant answered. 

“I’ll like that,” said Mappo. “I am getting 
rather tired of staying here so long.” 

And, surely enough, a few days later, the cir- 
cus started out “on the road,” as it is called. The 
big red, golden and green wagons were drawn 
by many horses, and rumbled up hill and down. 
In the wagons the animals and tents and other 
things, all of which go to make up a circus, were 
carried. 

One day, after a lot of traveling, part of 
which was by train, Mappo and the other ani- 


98 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

mals came to a place where a big, white tent was 
set up in a wide, green field. The tent had 
been set up in the night, ready for the circus. 

“Ah! Now our real circus work will be- 
gin!” said Turn Turn. And so it did. 

The bands began to play, and when the tent 
was filled with boys and girls, and their papas 
and mammas, and grandpas and grandmas, there 
was a grand procession of all the performers. 
The elephants, of which Turn Turn was one, 
also marched around, as did lots of the ponies 
and dogs. 

“I wonder when it will come my turn to do 
tricks?” thought Mappo. His turn soon came. 
The kind circus man who had taught the little 
monkey, came and dressed him up in a nice red 
suit, with a little red cap. Then Prince, the 
dog, was led in, wearing a fine yellow blanket. 

“Now for the race!” cried the man, as Mappo 
jumped up on Prince’s back. The other mon- 
keys jumped up on the backs of other dogs, and, 
as the band played, off they ran. 

Mappo liked it very much, especially when 
the children laughed and clapped their hands, 
for he was glad he had pleased them. Faster 
and faster went the racing dogs, and Mappo and 
Prince won. 

Then came the jumping through the paper 
hoops, first from the backs of dogs, and, after- 



He rode around a little wooden platform on the bicycle, 
holding a flag over his shoulder. (Page 99) 




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Mappo Runs Away 

ward from the backs of the ponies. In all of 
these tricks Mappo did very well. 

Then Mappo did his other tricks — turning 
somersaults, standing on his head, and even rid- 
ing a little bicycle the man had made for him. 
That was Mappo’s best trick, and one that ended 
his part of the circus. He rode around a little 
wooden platform on the bicycle, holding a flag 
over his shoulder, and my! how the children 
did laugh at that. 

Mappo did not see all the circus. As soon 
as his act was over, he was taken back to bis 
cage, but he was not chained up. His keeper 
knew he could trust Mappo not to run away. 

Mappo wandered around the animal tent. 
After a while he came to where the tiger’s cage 
stood. 

^^Ah ha! There you are!” snarled Sharp- 
Tooth, the striped tiger, as he saw Mappo. 
“You’re the monkey who is to blame for my be- 
ing here.” 

“I to blame! How?” asked Mappo. 

“Yes, you are to blame,” went on Sharp- 
Tooth. “You wouldn’t open my cage, and let 
me out when we were in the jungle. Never 
mind! I’ll fix you! When I get out of here — 
and some day I’m going to break loose — when 
I get out of here. I’ll bite you.” 

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102 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

never happens!” and he went ofif to talk to Turn 
Turn, the jolly elephant. 

For nearly a week the circus traveled from 
town to town, Mappo doing his tricks very well 
indeed. Once again Sharp-Tooth, the tiger, 
said to the monkey chap : 

^‘Oh, wait until I get hold of you. I was 
nearly out of my cage last night. To-night I’ll 
be out for sure, and then I’ll fix you!” 

Poor Mappo was frightened. The more he 
thought of the tiger getting loose and biting him, 
the more frightened he became. And that day, 
as Mappo was riding along in his own cage in 
the circus wagon, he thought he heard the tiger 
getting loose from the big cage. 

‘‘Oh, he’ll get me, sure!” cried Mappo. He 
looked up. The door of his cage was open the 
least little bit. Mappo pulled it open wider 
with his paws, and then, when none of the cir- 
cus men was looking, Mappo slipped out, and 
dropped down to the road. 

The door of his cage snapped shut after 
Mappo got out, keeping the other monkeys in. 

“I’m going to run away,” said Mappo. “I’m 
not going to stay, and let that bad tiger catch 
me.” And so Mappo ran away. 


CHAPTER X 


MAPPO AND SQUINTY 

M APPO, as soon as he got outside the 
traveling circus cage on wheels, looked 
all about him to see if any one were 
watching him. But no one seemed to be doing 
so. 

His man friend, who had trained him to do 
many tricks, was riding on the seat with the 
driver of the big monkey-cage wagon, and this 
man never looked around, as Mappo slipped 
out. All the other circus men were too busy to 
look after one monkey. 

Mappo slipped down to the dusty country 
road, along which the circus procession was then 
going, and quickly running across it, the merry 
little monkey hid in the bushes on the other 
side. 

Slowly the big circus wagons rumbled past 
the place where Mappo was hiding in the 
bushes. When the cage, in which Sharp-Tooth, 
the tiger, was pacing up and down, came along, 
the big striped beast growled and roared, and to 
Mappo it sounded just as if he were saying: 

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104 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

^‘Where’s that monkey? Oh, wait until I get 
hold of him! He wouldn’t let me out of my 
cage, and I’ll fix him!” 

When the last wagon in the procession had 
gone past — and it was the steam piano which 
brought up at the end — Mappo breathed a long 
breath. 

^‘Now I’m all right!” he thought. ‘‘They 
can’t find me now. I’m going over into those 
woods. Maybe there is a jungle where I can 
find cocoanuts.” 

Scrambling over rocks, stones and fences, 
Mappo made his way to the big woods. It 
looked cool and green there, much better than 
the hot, dusty road, down which the circus pro- 
cession was rumbling, with the big red, green 
and gold wagons. 

Mappo was much disappointed when he 
reached the woods. He could not see any co- 
coanuts or bananas, and those were the things 
he liked best of all. 

“I wonder what I shall eat,” said Mappo, for 
he was quite hungry. 

He ran about, climbing trees, going away up 
to the top, and hanging down by his tail. He 
had not had a chance to do this since he had 
been with the circus, and, really, it was lots of 
fun for him. 


Mappo and Squinty 105 

Soon he felt hungry again, and he looked 
around for something to chew. He saw noth- 
ing. 

“Oh dear!” he cried out loud. “I wonder 
what I can eat.” 

“Hal” cried a grunting little voice near him, 
“why don’t you eat acorns, as I do?” 

“What’s that? Who are you? Where are 
you?” asked Mappo, looking up and down. 

“Here I am, under this bush,” the voice went 
on, and out walked a little pig. 

“What’s your name?” asked Mappo. 

“My name is Squinty,” answered the little 
pig. I suppose you had guessed that before I 
told you — at least those of you who have read 
my other book, called “Squinty, the Comical 
Pig.” 

“Squinty, eh?” remarked Mappo. “That’s a 
queer name.” 

“They call me that because one of my eyes 
squints,” said the little pig. “See!” and he 
looked up at Mappo in such a funny way, with 
one eye half shut, and the other wide open, and 
with one ear cocked forward and the other back- 
ward, that Mappo had to laugh. 

“My name is Mappo, and I’m from the cir- 
cus. I’ve run away, and I’m hungry,” the mon- 
key said. 


io6 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

“Ha! I’m running away myself,” said 
Squinty, “and I was hungry too, but I found 
some acorns to eat.” 

“What are acorns, and where did you run 
from?” asked Mappo. 

“Acorns are nuts, good for pigs to eat,” 
Squinty answered, “and I ran away from my 
pen.” 

“I wish I had something to eat,” said Mappo. 
“I am very hungry.” 

“Come with me, and I’ll see if I can’t find 
you something to eat,” Squinty said. “Then 
you can tell me all about the circus, and I’ll 
tell you all about my pen.” 

“All right,” agreed Mappo, and the tw^o little 
animal friends went off together into the woods. 

“Are there any cocoanuts here?” asked 
Mappo, when they had gone on for some dis- 
tance. 

“I don’t know,” answered Squinty. “What 
are cocoanuts?” 

Mappo told the little pig how cocoanuts and 
bananas grew in the jungle, and the little pig 
told about how he liked sour milk and things 
like that. And, after a while, they managed to 
find some berries for Mappo to eat, as he did 
not like the acorn nuts. 

The two friends went on in the woods for 
some distance, and they were having a good 


Mappo and Squinty 107 

time, telling each other about their adventures, 
when, all of a sudden, as Mappo was swinging 
along by his tail on a tree branch, he stopped 
short and cried : 

“Ha! They’re after me. I guess I’d bet- 
ter run.” 

“Who is after you?” asked Squinty. 

“The circus men. They must have found 
out I ran away.” 

Mappo and Squinty looked through the 
bushes, and they saw a number of men in red 
coats and blue trousers coming through the 
woods. Squinty also saw something else. 

“Oh, look!” cried the little pig. “What is 
that funny animal with two tails? I’m afraid 
of him, he’s so big!” 

Mappo looked and laughed. 

“He hasn’t two tails,” he said. “One is his 
tail and the other is his trunk. That is Turn 
Turn, the circus elephant. And you needn’t be 
afraid of him, for he is the jolliest elephant in 
the whole show. 

“But I’m not going to be caught,” went on 
Mappo. “I want to run away farther, and have 
more adventures. So I guess I’ll go before 
Turn Turn and the men see me. Good-by, 
Squinty. I’m glad I met you.” 

“And I’m glad that I met you,” said the comi- 
cal little pig. Then he ran one way through 


io8 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

the woods, for he did not want to be caught, 
either, and Mappo ran the other way. 

On and on through the woods roamed the 
merry little monkey, and many things happened 
to him. He met Slicko, the jumping girl squir- 
rel, and in the book about Slicko you may read all 
about her wonderful adventures. 

At first Mappo had lots of fun, after running 
away from the circus. It was warm, and he 
managed to make himself a little house of leaves, 
in the woods where he slept nights, or when it 
rained. But, for all that, he did not have as 
good things to eat as he had had when he was 
in his cage. He missed doing his tricks, too, and 
he missed seeing the boys and girls and their 
parents, in the big tent. 

One day, as Mappo was asleep in the woods, 
he was suddenly awakened by feeling himself 
caught by two hands, and a voice cried: 

‘‘Oh, IVe caught a monkey. I’m going to 
take him home and keep him. Oh, a real, live 
monkey!” 

Mappo opened his eyes, and he saw that a 
boy was holding him, and holding him so 
tightly that the little monkey could not get away. 

“Well, I’m caught!” thought Mappo, but he 
was not very sorry. 


CHAPTER XI 


MAPPO AND THE ORGAN-MAN 

S OME monkeys, if they had been caught by 
a boy, in the woods, would have bit and 
scratched and fought to get away. But 
Mappo was both a merry monkey, and a good, 
kind one. So, when he saw that the boy was 
holding him tightly, Mappo made up his mind 
that it would not be nice to try to get away. 

Besides, he liked boys, as well as girls, for 
so many of them had fed him peanuts in the 
circus. And I rather think that Mappo was 
getting tired of having run away, for he did not 
find these woods as nice as he thought he would. 

^‘Oh, father, look!” the boy cried. “IVe 
caught a monkey.” 

“Have you, really?” asked a man, who came 
up near the boy. “Why, so you have!” he ex- 
claimed. “It must have escaped from the cir- 
cus that went through here the other day.” 

“Oh, father, mayn’t we keep it?” the boy 
asked, as he patted Mappo. “See, he is real 
tame, and maybe he does tricks.” 

“Of course I’m tame and do tricks!” Mappo 
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110 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

chattered, but the boy did not understand mon- 
key talk. 

“Oh, let me keep him!’’ the boy begged of 
his father. 

“Well, I don’t know,” spoke the man, slowly. 
“A monkey is a queer sort of a pet, and we 
haven’t really any place for him.” 

“Oh, I’ll make a place,” the boy said. “Do 
let me keep him!” 

“Well, you may try,” his father said. “But 
if the circus men come back after him, you’ll 
have to give up your monkey. And he may run 
away, no matter what sort of a cage you keep 
him in.” 

“Oh, I don’t believe he will,” the boy said. 

So Mappo was taken home to the boy’s house. 
It was quite different from the circus where the 
merry little monkey had lived so long. There 
were no sawdust rings, no horses or other ani- 
mals, and there was no performance in the after- 
noon, and none in the evening. 

But, for all that, Mappo liked it. For one 
thing he got enough to eat, and the things he 
liked — cocoanuts and bananas, for the boy read 
in a book what monkeys liked, and got them 
for his new pet. The boy made a nice box cage 
for Mappo to sleep in, and tied him fast with a 
string around the collar, which Mappo wore. 

“But I could easily loosen that string and get 


Mappo and the Organ-Man ill 

away if I wanted to,” Mappo thought as he 
played with the knot in his odd little fingers. 
Monkeys can untie most knots, and a chain is 
about the only thing that will hold them. 

The boy’s mother was afraid of Mappo at 
first, but the little monkey was so kind and 
gentle, that she grew to like him. And Mappo 
was a very good monkey. He did not bite or 
scratch. 

The house where the boy lived was quite 
different from the circus tent, or the big barn 
where Mappo had first learned to do tricks. 
There was an upstairs and downstairs to the 
house, and many windows. Mappo soon 
learned to go up and down stairs very well in- 
deed, and he liked nothing better than to slide 
down the banisters. Sometimes he would climb 
up on the gas chandelier and hang by his tail. 
This always made the boy laugh. 

^‘See, my monkey can do tricks!” he would 
cry. 

Then, one day, something sad happened. 
Mappo was sitting near the dining-room win- 
dow, which was open, and he was half asleep, 
for the sun was very warm. The little mon- 
key was dreaming, perhaps of the days when 
he used to sleep in the tree-house in the jungle, 
or he may have been thinking of the time when 
he went with the circus. 


112 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

Suddenly he was awakened by hearing some 
music. He looked out in the street, and there 
he saw a hand-organ man grinding away at the 
crank which made the nice music. Mappo 
liked it very much. It reminded him a little 
of the circus music. 

And, as soon as the hand-organ man saw the 
monkey, he cried out: 

^‘Ha! A monkey! Just what I need. My 
monkey has gone away, and I’ll take this new 
little monkey to go around with me and get the 
pennies in his cap.” 

Then, before Mappo knew what was going to 
happen, the hand-organ man ran up to the open 
window, grabbed the little monkey off the sill, 
and, stuffing him under his coat, ran away down 
the street with him as fast as he could go. 

“Let me go! Let me out!” chattered Mappo, 
in his own, queer language. The man paid no 
attention to him. Perhaps he did not under- 
stand what Mappo meant, though hand-organ 
men ought to know monkey talk, if any one does. 
At any rate, the man did not let Mappo go. 
Instead, he carried him on and on through the 
streets, until he came to the place where he 
lived. 

“Now I’ll put a chain and a long string on 
you, and take you around with me when I make 
music,” said the hand-organ man. “You will 


Mappo and the Organ-Man 113 

have a little red cap to take the pennies the chil- 
dren give you.” 

While he was thus talking the man thrust 
Mappo into a box, that was not very clean, and 
tossed him a crust of bread. 

wonder if that is all I am to get to eat,” 
thought Mappo. ‘^Oh, dear! I might better 
have stayed in the circus. It was nice at the 
boy’s house, but it is not nice here.” 

Mappo was shut up in the box, with only a 
little water, and that one piece of bread crust 
to eat. And then the hand-organ man went to 
sleep. 

Poor Mappo did not like this at all, but what 
could he do? He was shut up in a box, and 
try as he did, he could not get out. Some other 
monkey had lived in the box before. Mappo 
could tell that, because there were scratches and 
teeth marks in the wood which Mappo knew 
must have been made by some such little monkey 
as himself. 

Mappo’s life from then on, for some time, was 
rather hard. The next morning the hand-organ 
man fastened a chain to the collar of the mon- 
key, and a long rope to the chain. 

‘^Now I’ll teach you to climb up on porch 
houses, go up the rain-water pipes, and up to 
windows, to get pennies,” said the hand-organ 
man. ‘‘Come, be lively!” 


114 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

He did not have to teach Mappo very much, 
for the monkey could already do those things. 

^‘Ha! I see you are a trick monkey!” the 
man said. ^‘So much the better for me. I’ll 
get many pennies from the children.” 

Then, every day, Mappo was made to go out 
with the man and his hand-organ, and when the 
man played tunes, Mappo would watch the 
windows of the houses in front of which his 
master stopped. The children would come to 
the windows when they heard the music. 

^‘Go up and get the pennies!” the man would 
cry, and he would pull and jerk on the long 
string so that the collar around Mappo’s neck 
choked and hurt him. Then the monkey would 
squeal, and hold the chain with his paw, so the 
pulling on it would not pain him so much. The 
hand-organ man was not very kind to Mappo. 

But Mappo made up his mind he would do 
his best to please his master. 

‘‘Some day I may get loose,” Mappo thought. 
“If I do. I’ll run back to the circus, and never 
go away from it again. Oh that circus! And 
Turn Turn! I wonder if I’ll ever see the jolly 
elephant again.” 

Thinking such thoughts as these, Mappo 
would climb up the front of the houses, to the 
windows, scrambling up the rain-water pipe, 
and he would take off his cap, and catch in it 


Mappo and the Organ-Man 115 

the pennies the children threw to him. Then 
sometimes, on the porch roof, Mappo would 
turn a somersault, or play soldier, doing some 
of his circus tricks. This made the children 
laugh again, and they would ask their mammas 
for more pennies. 

‘^Ah, he is a fine monkey!” the hand-organ 
man would say. ^‘He brings me much money.” 

The hand-organ man never let him loose; al- 
ways was there that chain and string fast to the 
collar on Mappo’s neck. 

Mappo was made to wear a little red jacket, 
as well as a cap, and, as the things had been 
made for a smaller monkey than he, they were 
rather tight for him. 

For many weeks Mappo was kept by the 
hand-organ man, and made to gather pennies. 
Mappo grew very tired of it. 

^‘Oh, if I had only stayed with the circus,” 
thought Mappo, sorrowfully. 

One morning the hand-organ man got up 
earlier than usual. 

^We make much money to-day,” he said to 
Mappo, for he had a habit of speaking to the 
monkey as though he could understand. And 
indeed, Mappo knew a great deal of what his 
master said. ^We will make many pennies to- 
day,” went on the man. “Out by the big show, 
where everybody will be jolly.” 


il6 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

He brushed Mappo’s jacket and cap, and then, 
after a very little breakfast, out they started. 
Through street after street they went, but the 
man did not stop to play in front of any houses. 

“I wonder why that is,” thought Mappo, for 
his master had never done that before. 

And then, all of a sudden, Mappo saw a big 
white tent, with gay flags flying from the poles. 
He saw the big red, gold and green wagons. 
He heard the neighing of the horses, the trum- 
peting of the elephants, the roaring of the lions, 
and the snarling of the tigers. 

^‘Oh, it’s the circus! It’s my circus!” cried 
Mappo to himself, and so it was. 

“Now we make much money!” said the hand- 
organ man. “The people who come to the cir- 
cus have many pennies. They give them to me 
when I play. Come, Mappo, be lively — do 
tricks and get the pennies,” and he shook the 
string and chain, hurting Mappo’s neck. 

Then the organ began to play. But Mappa 
did not hear it. He heard only the circus band. 
And he smelled the sawdust ring. 

“Oh^ I must get back to my dear circus!” he 
chattered. Then, with one big, strong pull of 
his paws, Mappo broke the collar around his 
neck, and, as fast as he could run, he scampered 
toward the big tent — the tent where he knew his 
cage was. Oh, how Mappo ran! 


CHAPTER XII 


MAPPO AND THE BABY 

back here! Come back! My 

1 monkey! He is running away!” cried 
the hand-organ man, as he raced after 
Mappo. Mappo looked behind, and saw his 
unkind master coming, so the little monkey ran 
faster than ever. 

^‘Oh, if I can only find Turn Turn, the jolly 
elephant, and get up on his back, that man can 
never get me again!” thought Mappo. must 
find Turn Turn!” 

Into the big circus tent ran Mappo. The 
show had not yet begun, and one of the men 
who was at the entrance to take tickets seeing 
Mappo, cried out: 

‘‘Ha! One of our monkeys must have gotten 
loose. I will call the animal trainer.” 

So Mappo came back to the circus again. 
But his adventures were not yet over. 

That afternoon, when he had been given his 
own circus suit, which fitted him better than the 
one the hand-organ man had put on him, Mappo 
went through his tricks in the big tent. He had 
not forgotten them. 


ii8 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

He rode on the back of Prince, the big dog, 
and also on Trotter, the pony, coming in first in 
every race. Then Mappo jumped through the 
paper-covered hoops, he played soldier, and he 
sat up at the table and ate his dinner with a 
knife, fork and spoon, almost as nicely as you 
could have done it. He used his napkin, too. 

The circus traveled on and on. One day it 
came to a big city, and some of the tents were set 
up in a field, near some houses. From his place 
near his cage Mappo could look out of the crack 
in the top of the tent, and see the windows of the 
houses near him. 

‘T used to climb in windows like that, said 
Mappo to Turn Turn. used to go up the rain- 
water pipe to get the pennies from the children.” 

“It must have been fun for you,” said Turn 
Turn, “as you are such a good climber.” 

“Oh, it wasn’t so much fun as you’d imagine,” 
answered Mappo as he slyly tickled another 
monkey with a straw. Mappo was always up to 
some trick or other; he was a very merry 
monkey. 

It was almost time for the circus performance 
to start. Mappo was thinking he had better 
go, and get on his pretty new red, white and blue 
suit, when suddenly, from outside the tent, he 
heard the cry of: 

“Fire! Fire! Fire!” 



Mappo sat up at the table and eat his dinner with knife, 
fork and spoon. (Page 119) 



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Mappo and the Baby 

Now Mappo knew what a fire was. There 
used to be a fire in the stove at the big circus 
barn, and once he went too close and burned his 
paw. 

So Mappo knew what fire meant, even though 
it was cried in some other language than monkey 
talk. Then Mappo looked out of a crack in the 
tent, and he saw one of the houses, near the circus 
grounds, all ablaze. Black smoke was coming 
from it. 

‘‘One of those houses is burning,” said 
Mappo to Turn Turn. The monkey had often 
seen the natives, in his jungle, kindle fires at 
night to cook their suppers, and also to keep wild 
beasts away. For wild beasts are afraid of fire. 

“A house burning, eh?” said Turn Turn. 
“Well, that is nothing to us. We have to go on 
with the show, no matter what happens.” 

“I’m going out to see it,” spoke Mappo. “I 
have a little time yet before I must do my 
tricks.” 

Mappo was not chained, so he had no trouble 
in slipping under the tent, and in going toward 
the burning house. There was great excitement. 
Men, boys, girls and women were running all 
around. Some of them were carrying things out 
of the blazing dwelling. Then up came the fire 
engines, tooting and whistling. Mappo of 
course did not know what fire engines were. 


122 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

All he cared for was the black smoke, and the 
bright, red fire. 

Suddenly a woman in the crowd began to 
scream. 

^‘My baby! Oh, my little baby is up in that 
room,” and she pointed to one on the side of the 
house which was not yet burning as much as the 
rest. “Oh, my baby!” she cried, and she tried 
to run back into the blazing house, but some men 
stopped her. 

“The firemen will get your baby,” they said. 

“Oh, they will never be in time!” the woman 
cried. 

Just then Mappo’s circus trainer came run- 
ning up. 

“Oh, here you are!” he cried to Mappo. “I 
was afraid you had run away again.” 

“No! No!” chattered Mappo, in his own 
language. 

Mappo reached up, and put his arms around 
the keeper’s neck. Just then the woman cried 
again : 

“My baby! Oh, my baby is left behind in the 
room, and the stairs are all on fire. How can I 
get him?” 

“What, is there a baby in the house?” cried 
Mappo’s trainer. 

“Yes. In that room where the window is,” 
she said. “Oh, but we can’t get him.” 


Mappo and the Baby 123 

“Yes, I think we can!” said the circus man. 
“Mappo, my monkey is very strong,, and he is a 
good climber. There is a rain-water pipe go- 
ing up the side of the house, close to the window. 
I’ll send my monkey up the pipe, and he can go 
in through the window, get the baby, and bring 
it down to you.” 

“Oh, a monkey could never do that!” sobbed 
the woman. 

“Yes, my monkey can,” the man replied. 
“Here, Mappo!” he called. “Up you go!” and 
he pointed to the rain-water pipe on the side of 
the house. “Go in the window and get the 
baby — get the little one and bring her safely 
down.” 

“Yes, yes!” chattered Mappo, only he spoke 
in his language and the man talked as we talk. 
But Mappo understood. Many times he had 
been sent up rain-water pipes by the hand-organ 
man. Of course this was a bit different, for this 
house was on fire. But there were not many 
flames on the side where the pipe was. 

Mappo sprang for the pipe, and began to 
climb up it. He did not know exactly what he 
was going after, but he knew it must be some- 
thing important, or bis master would not be so 
excited. 

“Get the baby! Get the baby!” cried the cir- 
cus man, for the firemen had not yet come up 


124 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

with their ladders. Of course they could have 
saved the baby, if they had been in time. But it 
would soon be too late. 

Up and up the rain-water pipe went the nim- 
ble Mappo. In a few seconds he was on the 
window sill of the room. He stood there, look- 
ing down at his master. 

‘‘Go on in! Get the baby and bring her 
down!” called the circus man, waving his arms 
at Mappo. 

Down into the room jumped Mappo. He 
knew at once it was a bedroom, for he had been 
in such rooms in the home of the boy who found 
him in the woods. And, in a little bed, close to 
the window, was something that Mappo at first 
thought was a large doll, such as the sisters of the 
boy used to play with. 

“I wonder if this is the baby,” said Mappo. 
‘‘I guess it is. I’ll carry it down.” 

The baby was asleep. Mappo took her up in 
one of his strong hairy arms, and, very luckily 
he picked her right-side up. Some monkeys 
would carry a baby upside down, and think noth- 
ing of it. But Mappo was different. 

With the baby held closely, the monkey 
jumped to the window sill again, and how his 
master and the others yelled when they saw him! 

“He has her! Oh, he has your baby!” cried 
the circus man. 


Mappo and the Baby 125 

Down the rain-pipe came Mappo carrying the 
little baby, which was just beginning to wake up 
and cry. Mappo gave the little one to his 
master, who put the baby in its anxious mother’s 
arms. 

^‘There’s your child,” he said. 

^‘Oh, what a smart monkey, to save her!” 
sobbed the woman, but her tears were tears of 
joy. Then the firemen put out the fire in the 
house, and no one was hurt. Mappo choked a 
little from the smoke, but he did not mind that. 

^^You surely are a smart monkey!” said the 
circus man, as he took him back to the tent to do 
his tricks. The show went on after a while, and 
Mappo was more looked at than any animal, for 
every one heard how he had saved the baby. 

And, after the show was over that night, the 
father of the baby went to the circus man and 
said: 

‘T want to buy the monkey that saved my 
little girl. Please sell him to me. We will 
give him a good home, and we will always love 
him, for what he did for us.” 

“Well, I don’t like to lose such a good trick 
monkey,” said Mappo’s master, “but I will let 
you have him. Be kind to him, for he is a good 
little chap.” 

“Oh, we’ll be very kind to him,” the baby’s 
papa promised. “We have a dog named Don, 


126 Mappo, the Merry Monkey 

and a cat named Tabby. I am sure Mappo will 
like them. We will be very good to him.” 

And so Mappo, after having lived in the 
jungle, and afterward joining a circus, went to 
live at the home of the baby, after it was built 
over, for it was badly damaged by the fire. And 
Mappo made friends with Don and Tabby and 
had a lovely time. 

But there are other animals of whose lives I 
can tell you, and the next book in this series is 
going to be called “Turn Turn, the Jolly Ele- 
phant: His Many Adventures.” 

“Weren’t you afraid when you climbed up 
that rain-water pipe to get the baby?” asked 
Don the dog of Mappo, one day. 

“I wasn’t afraid of climbing, but I was a little 
afraid of the fire,” said the monkey. 

“I wish I were as brave as you,” said Tabby, 
the cat. “Come on, let’s have a game of tag.” 

And the three animal friends played a game 
very much like our tag; and now we will say 
good-by to them. 


THE END 


Stories for Children 

FROM 5 TO 9 YEARS OLD 


THE KNEETIME ANIMAL STORIES 

By Richard Barnum 

Large 12mo. Cloth. Illustrated 
Price per volume 40 cents Postpaid 

In all nursery literature animals have played a conspicuous 
part; and the reason is obvious for nothing entertains a child 
more than the funny antics of an animal. These stories 
abound in amusing incidents such as children adore and the 
characters are so full of life, so appealing to a child's imagina- 
tion that none will be satisfied until they have met all of their 
favorites — Squinty, Slicko, Mappo, Turn Turn and Don. 

Squinty, the Comical Pig 
Slicko, the Jumping Squirrel 
Mappo, the Merry Monkey 
Turn Turn, the Jolly Elephant 
Don, A Runaway Dog. 

For sale at all book stores, or sent (postage paid) on receipt of price 
by the publishers 


Publishers, 


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